Office Worker to Sewage Worker
As I looked at my watch, I finally realised that it was finally five o'clock and I could get out of here. I used to like my job, but we had a new boss, we all had an appraisal, I expected it to be good as it always was with the old boss who retired, but it went wrong, dreadfully wrong, he disliked me, I had no idea why. He said in not so many words that his main job in life was to make my life hell, as he wanted me out.
I got in the lift "fuck I need to find another job and fucking quickly" I said to the empty lift. "Fuck this, I need a couple of pints, the girlfriend can wait, I'll text her later" I said as I reached ground level, I jumped on the tube and got off at a random station and made my way to the nearest pub.
I was not looking where I was going and bumped into someone as I opened the door to the pub "Sorry, I was not looking where I was going" I said apologising.
"So, you fucking should apologise you fucking twat." He said angrily, I looked up as he turned round, there was a skinhead. He looked very menacing, I felt intimidated.
"Erm, can I buy you a pint by way of an apology?" I said a little scared.
"Yes, you can you fucking ponce." He said looking me up and down.
I went to the bar and got two pints of bitter, I gave one to him "Bottoms up" he said as he drank his beer. "So, what brings you to this fucking pub, I mean a suit in here is a bit out of place?"
I looked around and realised that all the patrons were manual workers wearing Hi-Viz, skinheads, bikers, and a smattering of leather "I see what you mean; I have had a bad day at work and needed a couple of pints." The skinhead smiled and nodded.
"Well fucking drink then boy, I'll get us another couple." He got up, went to the bar, and got two more pints. He went to the bar before I could say anything.
When he came back, he put his hand on my knee, I looked up, and his eyes were bright red, I found myself not able to look away. I felt a strange sensation, I could hear him speaking but I could not hear what he was saying. The skinhead blinked and I was able to look away. I picked up my pint and downed in one, I rubbed my lips on the sleeve of my jacket, the skinhead went to the bar and came back with more beer. He grinned as he handed it to me.
After he sat down, he lit a cigarette and offered me one. "I don't smoke." I politely said, he smiled and nodded.
I do not know how but we chatted easily, he was not exactly well educated but we seemed to get along with each other, as he lit each cigarette, his eyes went red, and I just stared into them. I had no idea of time as the late afternoon passed into evening; I had lost count of how many pints I had supped.
He put his hand on my knee again and I looked up into his eyes, again they were red, and I could not look away. He lit another cigarette and handed me a lit one "thanks bro" I said after a while, taking it and inhaling the smoke. "Fuck that's better," I said not realising that I did not smoke, I saw the skinhead smile at me.
"Another pint boy?" the skinhead asked.
"I should go, my girlfriend will wonder where the fuck I am, I should text her." I felt around my pockets and could not find my phone anywhere. "I cannot find my phone, where on earth is it?"
My new skinhead mate pointed to a pint glass filled with yellow liquid "you had a piss and dropped it in there, you said your girlfriend could go fuck herself as you were enjoying yourself far too much."
"Did I, I must have had more to drink than I thought." I tried to stand up and realised I was going to fall over "I must be drunk."
"After the amount of beer, you have downed I am not surprised." He held me and took me outside into the air.
"It's dark?" I said in total surprise.
"What the fuck do you expect as 10:30 at night?"
"WHAT" he showed me the time on his phone.
"I've missed my last train, what am I going to do now." I said in panic.
"Well don't worry yourself; I offered you a bed at my place, don't you remember?"
"I can't say I do."
"Well, I did" he said looking me in the eyes again, they were bright red, and I found that I wanted to look at them I wanted to do as he told me too. "I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you." The skinhead took my arm, and I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers, it went all the way up to my shoulder, across my neck and down the other arm and finally down to my fingertips. I also felt my cock get hard and he led me up some stairs to what I assumed was his place.
I was in no fit state to argue and followed like a lost sheep. When he opened the door to his place, he sat me down on a chair and I must have passed out, as the next thing I knew was it was daylight when I finally opened my eyes.
"Well, you certainly put away enough beer last night Chas?" I looked at the skinhead and realised he was naked, and I saw his nipples and cock were pierced. His cock was also half-erect. I could not help but stare it was so long and fat.
"Come on, you need a shower, bring some life back into you." He led me to the shower and got in with me. He used a bottle of something on me and as I stood there, he rubbed the stuff all over my body, even my hair. He grinned down at me and then went ahead to clean himself, but he used a different bottle on himself. No thoughts of objecting crossed my mind, everything was normal in my mind.
I suddenly felt all tingly and told him, "Good" was all he said and pulled me under the spray, I felt calm, no idea why but I suddenly felt good, I did not realise that all my hair was disappearing down the drain. "There, much better boy." I then noticed that both arms including my hands were tattooed, every part from the shoulders to my fingertips were covered in ink.
I looked at the tatts and then up into his eyes which were red once more, I felt that I wanted to ask why I had tatts but thought better of it. "Why do you call me boy?" I asked when I we were drying ourselves.
"It was you that told me to call you boy."
"Did I, I don't seem to remember that."
"You seem to have forgotten a lot lately."
"Have I?"
"In the pub last night, you told me how much you wanted to suck my cock in front of everyone."
"Fuck I must have been pissed; I do not remember any of that.
He placed his hand on my head and held it there, "Get on your knees boy, and take me into your mouth." I knelt and looked at his long fat cock; I could feel my mouth salivate as I opened it to take in the zero-gauge piercing followed by the large head of his cock. It never crossed my mind that I had never sucked a cock before; all I knew was that I needed his cock so fucking badly.
"Good boy." He grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed, "If you puke boy, expect to lick it up" I felt myself gag but he did not stop until all his huge cock was balls deep in my throat. "Remember to breathe through your nose, I've told you often enough."
"Keep your fucking head still boy," he said angrily but I did as I he said as he started face fucking me. "Much better boy" he rammed his cock in and out of my throat for what seemed ages before I felt his large set of low hangers rise, I then got his cum, I felt every spurt as it slid down into my stomach.
He kept his cock in my throat and rested for a moment or two. He started pissing he even pulled his cock out so I could taste it and swallowed everything. "There boy, that's you fed and watered," he said with a huge grin. "Go and get dressed boy, I have laid some clothes on my bed for you."
I went into what I found was his bedroom; on the bed was a set of skinhead gear like his, except my jeans had a big yellow zip round the arse. I pulled on the jeans I found them incredibly tight, but I managed to get them up and fastened. I pulled on the Fred Perry polo shirt, boot socks and a finally the braces over my shoulders. I was trying to put my boots on when he came in "What the fuck is wrong with you today boy, you cannot even remember how to put boots on properly."
"Sorry sir" I said feeling deflated, it must have shown on my face.
"It is okay boy; at least you have me to look after you." My face brightened up and he pulled me up and into a long hot snog. "Right boy, let's get going, you are finally having your first piercing today, I thought it was about time, you have been asking me for long enough."
"Have I sir?"
"Yes boy, you have." He grabbed hold of my head, and I looked up at him, his eyes were red again, I could not look away even if my life depended on it. "I am also glad you remembered to call me sir, next time you forget you will get slapped so fucking hard, do you understand boy?" I nodded and he picked up the smokes, money, and we were off.
We arrived at a shop, and he pushed me inside "oi, oi mate" said the skinhead behind the counter.
"My boy is to have flesh tunnels in his ears as big as you dare go, on the small of his back I want piss and cum dump with an arrow pointing to his arse."
"Excellent choice for a boy" he said totting up how much it would cost.
Sir handed over a card "Put your pin number in boy, I hope you have not forgotten it?"
"No sir." I put my pin number in and paid.
"Right boy get on the bed; we'll do the tatts first followed by the piercing."
I lay down and sir handed me a pill and a small glass of water "just something to take the pain away boy" and sir winked at the skinhead piercer.
I must have fallen asleep and the next thing I knew sir was waking me up "all done boy." I stood up and looked at the tatts on my arms and sir handed me a mirror so I could see my ears, I had large holes through my ears with steel tunnels through to keep them open. Sir also showed me the tatt on my back although it was back to front, and I could not read it, but I smiled when sir explained what it said.
We left the shop and walked down the high street, I kept glancing in shop windows and looking at myself and smiling. "You must like your piercings boy?"
"I do sir, thank you for allowing me to have them done, you said I had been asking for the piercings and extra tatts, how long have I been asking."
"You have been begging me for months, so I finally gave in."
I looked up at sir and smiled "Thank you sir, I am sorry to have begged."
Sir looked at me and then he looked away, but I could see him grin. Sir pushed me down an alleyway away from public gaze, "get on your fucking knees boy." I knelt and looked up; sir opened his tight skinhead jeans and hauled out his long fat cock. I assumed he was going to get me to suck him off I leant forward "NO" he said sternly, so I sat back wondering what was going to happen.
I did not have to wait long sir began pissing over me; he was covering my whole body my top, my jeans, and my head. His flow began to slow down and finally stopped. "There boy, much better, you will always smell of piss from now on." I was staring into his red eyes again and felt safe and comforted.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." we walked out of the alley and into the bright sunshine. I was dripping piss, but I felt safe with sir by my side. "Take this boy."
"What is it boy?"
"None of your fucking business boy; Just take the fucking pill."
I looked down knowing that I had upset him and took the pill. "So, you fucking should look away from me boy, fucking cunt, when will you fucking learn never to question me, why the fuck do I keep you around when you constantly defy me." I fell to the floor and started to lick his boots, the only way I knew without speaking of showing him I wanted him to keep me. "So, you fucking should boy." I could hear people passing but I did not give a fuck, all I wanted to do was show he was my boss. "Get the fuck up boy" I stood, and he kissed me deeply. "Yeah at least you know how to say sorry." He smiled and we continued.
I was still piss wet when we arrived at what looked like a sex shop, sir went in, and I followed. "Oi, oi mate" sir said addressing the old geezer behind the counter. "Need a butt plug for the boy here, been nagging me for fucking months for something other than my cock filling it."
"No worries, mate" he pointed to a curtain "through there all sorts of types, shapes and sizes."
We went through and sir looked at all the diverse types, he picked up one "This'll do boy" and he took it back to the counter. Sir paid for the plug and the lube "Can I fit it here; he will only keep on until he gets in inside his cunt."
"Yeah mate, of course." I saw the old man's eyes light up, I lowered the zip on my bleachers exposing my arse, I saw him open the packet with the plug in and realised how big it was, but I was so fucking out of it, I just giggled. I bent over as sir lubed both the plug and me and I felt something, I expected pain but felt none, I suppose it was the pill.
I looked over and saw the old man had his cock out and was wanking himself. "Nearly there boy" I felt one large push from sir, and he stepped back "There boy, you will always wear that now, except when I or some other fucker is loading you up of course."
"Yes, sir thank you sir." I thought nothing of the fact that I was a virgin or in fact, that I was not even gay, to me it was normal to have a master to obey. I pulled the bright yellow zip around my arse and felt the plug push deeper causing a moan from me.
"Does that feel better boy?"
"Yes sir, thank you for allowing me to wear a plug in my cunt." I got to the floor and licked his boots for around 10 minutes before he ordered me to stand.
Sir took me back into the street, as we walked, I felt the plug move deep in my cunt, I must have moaned as sir looked down at me and grinned "Good boy, feel good having your cunt plugged?"
"Oh yes sir." I grinned up at him.
We arrived at a house and sir knocked on the door "oi, oi" sir said when the skinhead opened the door.
"Oi, oi yourself you fucking cunt" and they hugged each other and bumped fists. "This skinhead was naked except for his skinhead boots, he was pierced and tattooed everywhere, I felt my own cock get hard inside my tight skinhead jeans "thanks for the compliment boy" he said looking down at my crotch. He ushered us inside, sir sat on the sofa, and I of course sat at his boots on the floor.
"Is everything set up for Monday morning?"
"Yeah, of course they are, are you sure you don't mind me and the lads using his body?"
"Nah, he gets off on being used and thinks of nothing more than a cock deep in his cunt and throat." Sir cuffed me over the head "Don't you boy."
"Yes sir."
"Well in that case come over here and suck on my cock, I need a piss anyway." I crawled over on all fours, took the large piercing into my mouth, and slowly down into my throat. I could feel his balls against my chin and knew I had it all I stopped and waited. I soon felt him start to piss; his yellow golden nectar was sliding down my throat and filling my stomach." Fuck yeah, there is nothing like a boy who likes drinking piss, I fucking hate to waste good piss down the bog."
He withdrew his cock, and I crawled back to sir, I was disappointed that I did not get his cum and must have shown on my face, "you wanted his cum didn't you boy?" I smiled up at sir and nodded.
"I'll find you some cum later boy." I smiled and settled back at his boots. I heard sir and his mate talking but I ignored the conversation it was two alpha studs talking.
Sir handed me a bag "Come on boy, time to find you some cock. Your work clothes are in there, Jack will pick you up at seven AM on Monday morning."
"Yes sir" I said automatically, I had no idea what I did for work, I had visions of working in an office, but how, I was thick as two short planks and kept on forgetting things as sir always reminds me. I wanted to ask sir but thought better of it.
We left Jack's flat and headed out into the street and towards the tube station, we got on the first tube, and it was packed. "How does your cunt feel boy" sir asked in a loud voice "Does the butt plug feel comfortable now?"
"Yes sir" I said embarrassed, sir just laughed his head off.
Everyone stared at the two of us, sir lowered the rear zip round my skinhead jeans "now turn round boy" I turned and faced sir, I immediately felt a hand on my arse and soon the same hand was pressing the plug causing me to moan lustily. Sir knew this would happen and smiled.
"This is our stop boy" he said, and the hand stopped and did up the zip on my jeans, the train stopped, and sir and I got off the train. I looked back and a man with a shaved head, wearing a suit looked back and winked.
When we arrived back sir opened the door and went in with me following, he went straight to the kitchen where he stood with his back against the countertop "boy, you look confused, what is wrong?"
I looked up at him and his eyes were red once more, I could not look away. "I know this sounds daft sir, but what work do I do, I seem not to be able to remember."
"You are dumb boy, but at least you are a good fuck." As I looked at him his eyes red, but he had a smile across his face "you work sewage, cleaning filthy drains, piss-soaked toilets, clean shit from blocked sewers, anything filthy." He said with a huge grin.
"I have in my mind that I work in an office sir."
Sir let out a large laugh "you work in an office, boy you are thick as shit, how the fuck you think you work in an office is beyond me, you can barely write your name and add up."
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
Sir pulled me up with his strong arms and held me there, he snogged me deeply. "At least you are good at something boy, you suck my cock better than any other boy I have had, and your cunt always feels like the first time I fucked you all those months ago, nice and tight." I flung my arms round his neck and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you sir for looking after me, I am sorry that I cannot remember things."
"Don't worry boy, I am here to look after you, now I need a piss, do you want to drink it or have it up your cunt?"
"Sir, first, is it wrong of me to want to stink of piss all the time, I loved it when you pissed over me in the alley, I think I want piss all the time now and I do not care if it is up my cunt, in my throat or over my body."
Sir grinned at me, "no boy it isn't wrong to want that, you can be anything you want to be boy, as long as I approve of course." I smiled at sir. "Now where do you want my piss?" I knelt on the floor and looked up at sir with my mouth open wide. Sir smiled and opened his skintight skinhead jeans, he hauled out his huge cock and offered the head to my mouth, I took it inside and let it rest on my tongue. "What if I said I wanted to piss in your throat and not in your mouth boy?"
I took his cock deeper and let it slide down my tight throat. "Mmmm good boy, this time though I will let you taste it." Sir pulled his cock out of my throat and let it sit in my mouth, he closed his eyes briefly and relaxed, I felt the first trickle, that turned into a flood, and I swallowed hungrily loving the salty tang sirs piss has.
"Thank you sir" I said when he had finished and put his cock away.
The alarm went off and I got up from my dog bed, sir said I moved too much in my sleep. I noticed sir was awake too "Go and get the tea boy and you can get dressed in your work clothes."
I ran downstairs and made sirs and my tea, I took his back upstairs and gave it to him. I got my work clothes out of the bag and put them on, not that there was much to it, a green boiler suit and waders.
"No doubt you'll be stained with cum and piss and other things by the time you get back tonight boy." I smiled nodding "You're looking forward to this aren't you boy?"
"Yes sir." there was a toot of a horn, I kissed sir and ran downstairs and out of the door, a huge smile across my dirty face.
Epilogue
Sir was correct as usual, I was used by the lads and was dripping cum, piss and shit, that was without all the filth we cleaned up, I told sir about one guy who saw me and said that I should be ashamed as I fucking stank, I went over to him and pulled him to me and put my hands round his neck and pulled him into a long hot snog, all the lads whooped and cheered. My lips were covered in shit and my breath stank of piss. He pulled away and his eyes were glazed over.
I looked at the lads and they came over and stripped him naked throwing his Armani suit and everything else in the cesspit we were working on. I kissed him again and this time he responded by kissing me back, his small cock got hard. Jack went over to the man and pushed him over a low wall and started eating his ass out, eventually Jack stood and smiled "fucking tasty, who wants to christen his cunt."
Sir grinned and pulled me towards him and just sniffed deeply "Fuck boy, you do stink, fucking ace" he put his hand on his crotch and his cock was steel hard, I moaned and knelt on the floor looking up into his eyes. He smiled at me "Go on the boy, I need it as much as you do."
I slowly opened the skintight skinhead jeans and released his beautiful, pierced cock. I took it into my mouth my eyes not leaving his, I saw a smile creep across his face as I took more and more until his large set of balls were bouncing on my chin.
Sir grabbed hold of my head and face fucked me hard, I loved this from sir, I do not understand why but the abuse, the hard fucking always makes me shoot a load on the inside of whatever I am wearing.
Later that evening, after we had eaten, sir took me to the pub, we sat and drank our pints. "Do you remember boy this is where we first met?"
"No sir." he looked deep into my eyes, and they went red, I couldn't look away. Suddenly I remembered everything, my former life, my new life, and everything that had happened in-between. "boy?"
"Yes sir?"
"You remember everything now don't you?"
"Yes sir?"
"And?"
"And when are you going to fuck me so hard I cannot sit down?" Sir pulled me into a long hot snog, he released me, and I was all smiles. "I love my new life sir, I feel free and not tied down to that fucking rat race I had before, and I also love you running my life, one thing through sir, I want to keep remembering everything but is it possible you could make me dumb again?"
Sir smiled and pulled me towards his face, his eyes went red once more and I looked into them and felt myself dumbing down.
I was so happy, a man that I worshipped, a man who ran my life, I felt happier now than at any time in my past life.