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awolfthorn · 10 months

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CHAV TO WORKIE

Darryl was sitting on the bus feeling pleased with himself. He’d got his social money, bought a packets of ciggies and was on his way for a booze up with his mates. He was a real chav, with his shaved sides and his hair cut short on top with a high fringe like all chavs. He was wearing his Nike black nylon trackies, white socks and Nike trainers. A thick gold chain around his neck and his Nike baseball cap set at the back of his head.

The bus was quiet with plenty of seats and at the bus stop a workie boarded, dressed in full HiViz, and heavy boots, his yellow HiViz T shirt showing both arms full of tattoos. As he got on he looked around and instead of sitting in the empty seats he sat down next to Darryl and gave him a smile. Darryl wanted to tell the bloke to Fuck off and sit elsewhere instead of invading his space but the guy was bigger and well developed and he decided as he was getting off soon to just turn and look out the window.

Suddenly he could not work out what was happening but was it the guys building site and sweat body smell or the bulk of the guy tight against him but he started having a tingling sensation moving through his body, a horny sensation and it was all focused on his cock.

‘Shit wha’ts gong on here? I don’t dig men and luv fucking me girlfriend.’

But the blood was forcing its way through his cock and before he knew it he had the stiffest boner in his life, so much it was almost sore, he was so rigid. As he looked down he had a fucking tent pole rising up in his black nylon trackies which he couldn’t hide. As he had a good 7” dick and thick head it was pressed against the nylon with the first sign of precum staining.

The workie looked down

‘That’s some stiff cock you’ve got there mate. Looks as if it’s wanting to get out.’

‘Shit I don’t know what’s happened. My prick’s never been this stiff and Christ its made me feel so fucking horny.’

‘Well you can’t get off the bus with that pole mate. Looks to me that you need to jerk off.’ Saying that the workie put one of his thick hands around Darryl’s cock

‘Fuck what you doing with my cock’

‘Helping you out mate.’

Before Darryl could shove the man’s hand away there was something in the guys hand around his dick that made him even more randy and he pushed his arse up to feel the full grasp of the hand.

‘Shit man you know how to hold a cock’

‘You like your cock rubbing against the nylon eh?’

The workie was gently rubbing Darryl cock through the nylon and Darryl moved his body to make the sensation greater

‘I think we need that cock of yours out.’

‘What if someone sees?’

‘The way you’re feeling mate with my hand around it I don’t think you give a fuck.’

‘Too right. I’ve never had a guy jack me off but fucking hell you know how to do it.’

‘That’s what guys are for, to help one another. You’ve a good sized cock there.’

The workie pulled back the waistband and forced his hand down inside so he could put his whole hand around Darryl cock. As soon as the workie ‘s hand took out his dick he felt as if it was on fire. He’d never felt so horny and now he wanted to shoot his load.

‘Jesus man I so want to come but I can’t do this on the bus.’

‘Why not, you love me wanking you, you want to see your spunk and I want to see how well you can shoot.’

‘Fuck man your hand is working me up big time. Go on wank me faster I luv it getting me nuts off with you stroking me.’

‘That’s is boy you luv a workie jerking you off don’t you.’

‘To fucking right. Shit I’m ready, give me one final rub.’

And with that Darryl arched his body and let a stream of spunk shoot up over his Nike top, wave after wave of steaming white cum, all the time the workies hand firmly around his dick, pumping his shaft

‘You needed that boy. Christ you had plenty of spunk.’

‘Shit I’ve never had a hand job like that, it was fucking amazing Don’t know what it is about your hand but it sent such horny waves through me. Fuck look at me top its covered with cum. How the hell am I gonna get off the bus?’

‘Tell you what mate take my Hi Viz vest and put it on top, that’ll cover it up till you get home.’

The workie took off his Hi Viz vest and Darryl slipped it on over the trackie top.

‘Thanks mate.’

‘I expect that back and by the way you owe me a favour.’ The workie said as he got up to get off the bus.

‘How will I know where to find you?’

‘Don’t worry you’ll know’ he said giving Darryl a wink, smoothing down is own erection in his HiViz trousers, and with that he got off leaving Darryl hugging the HI Viz around his chest.

There was no way he could go to his mates so he got off at his stop and quickly walked back to his flat to tidy up.

‘Thank God its dark’, he thought. Even his jogging bottoms had the last of his cum seeping through making a large damp patch on his crotch. When he got in he took of his trackies to put in the wash keeping his whitesocks on but rather than put on a T shirt he felt he wanted to put the Hi Viz vest back on.

‘What the hell am I putting this back on as the inside is smeared with my cum..’ He was standing in front of his full length mirror as he slipped it on and immediately felt the same tingling sensation moving down his chest to his cock. The pressure and pleasure started giving him a hard on but not just the usual one he had when having a home wank but this felt like an electric shock making his dick so hard and rigid it was almost painful. It was a pain he loved.

‘Fucking hell this is amazing, my cock looks bigger than ever and shit its almost vertical it is so hard,’ as he started to put his hand around his shaft.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his white socks, the Hi Viz vest, his heavy gold chain and Christ did he feel so fucking horny

‘Shit I’ve just shot a load of spunk and now I’m ready for another.’ Seeing his reflection in the mirror as his hand slid up and down the whole length at times rubbing a finger across his thick exposed head almost made him dizzy but seeing his dick and himself in the Hi Viz vest was the best ever wank he had had. His hand quickened it’s speed up and down clenching hard , his foreskin moving back up and down over the head.

‘I’m fucking ready man,’ he said to his reflection and with that he shot a stream of spunk up in the air which came down on the mirror running all the way down

‘Jeeesus what an orgasm is that’ he shouted staring at his cum running down the mirror. ‘Christ I need to give the workie his vest back but not sure where he is.’

As he slept he somehow seemed to see the likely site the workie would be at which was quite local so next day taking the Hi viz vest with him he went in search. He had put on another favourite chav outfit, white nylon trackies so the outline of his cock showed through, a grey hoodie and a imitation Gucci baseball cap. He found a small work site with portacabin, the site being fenced off with fence and gate. He saw the workie come out of the cabin and yelled

‘Hey mate its me, the guy you helped the other night’

The workie smiled and shouted back

‘Yeh I was expecting you. I see you’re all cleaned up now and looking a right fucking chav again. I’ll open the gate and let you in, just about to make a brew so good timing.’

The workie let Darryl in and they went into the portacabin.

‘By the way mate everyone has to wear a Hi Viz vest on this site, its law so you’d better put the vest on I gave you. There’s always plenty here and I have another one as you can see. Darryl looked again at the workie. He was a good 6’ well built clearly did some working out, with tats down both arms. He had a shaved head and big earing, stocky legs in the Hi viz yellow trousers.

‘Not sure about this vest,’ Darryl said

‘Is there a problem?’

‘Sort of but are you sure I have to wear one’

‘I don’t make the rules mate it’s me boss so if he comes back and sees you without one I’m in for trouble.’

‘Darryl put the vest back on over his hoodie and that sensation started again and he could already feel his cock growing under his white nylon trackies, its length inching down the inside of his leg and starting to bulge outwards

‘Seems you have a bit Those white trackes really show what a boner you have. Its not staying down and I can see a nice thick head there. A problem keeping that dick of yours down eh?’

‘I think its this vest mate’

Well you ain’t the only one getting a knob on,’ the workie said as he started rubbing his crotch through his yellow hi viz trousers, a large bulge showing which Darryl could not miss

‘Remember I said you owed me a favour when I left the bus’

‘Sure’

‘Well now’s the time to pay back . I want that mouth of yours round my cock.’

‘Shit man I’ve never sucked a guy, I ain’t queer.’

So tell me boy, you’ve a fucking huge hard on and I can see you are as randy as hell and you love wearing hi viz and seeing me in full hi viz which is what got you going on the bus so you can do as I say. Who says anything about Queer. Its two lads having some sex and enjoying each others knobs.You owe me so give me the blow job I’m wanting. After you’ve sucked me off you’ll be on track for the full fuck.’

Darryl’s cock was burning hard, he was so worked up for another spunk session that in spite of what he was saying he really did want to suck the workies dick, in fact he wanted to feel the full length of his shaft down the back of his throat and for the guy to cum all over his face. He wanted it all. Maybe he was queer but what the hell when you’re so randy you’ll do anything plus the guy had a fucking great boner even bigger than his own and see it sticking out of the HiViz was an even bigger turn on.

‘That’s it boy get down.’ The workie unzipped his flies and pulled out a massive thick cock that flipped up when he let his hand go.

‘Its nice and high, smells of piss and last nights cum.’ As Darryl sat in front of the workie so the stale smell made him even more horny. His hand clutched around the workies cock as he moved his tongue all over the head, savouring the taste.

‘Right dirty little chav eh? But not for much longer.’

Darryl let his mouth open wide to take in the helmet and then slowly move down the shaft.

‘For some one who ain’t sucked before you’re a pro but it’s that Hi viz giving you the power. Time to stop the slow suck of my shaft.’

With that the workie took hold of Darryl’s head and roughly pushed it the whole way down till Darryl mouth was tight against his Hi Viz trousers. He was wanting to gag such was the length of cock but the more that went down his throat the more he wanted. ‘Take the full length’ The workie started by slowing moving Darryl’s head back and in so he could feel his cock going fully down but that only increased his pleasure so he started gripping Darryls head tighter and pushing his head further and further into his balls.

By now Darryl had taken his cock out of his trackies and was wanking in time to his sucking. ‘Shit this is fucking amazing. Wanking and sucking this guys dick’ he thought

‘A right little cocksucker you chav. That’s it, really work it, I’m luving seeing you suck dick. Take the full length. I’m ready to give you a mighty burst of cum. Now take your mouth out and let me shoot over you.’

And with that the workies cock erupted jism after jism of white cum spreading out across Darryl eyes and mouth and down his front. The smell of his cum made Darryl lick every bit and he wiped as much up on his fingers so he could swallow more cum and as he wiped up so his own cock burst with his own cum up over his trackies

‘Right little spunk boy you are. Why not lick your own as well.’

Darryl didn’t need to be told, as he scooped up his cum to swallow and mix with the workies.

‘You owed me well boy but we can’t have you going out with all these cum marks. You had better put on some of the clothes here so get you stuff off and I’ll put it into a bin bag.’

‘What am I meant to put on?’

‘What do you fucking think, what you are really wanting to wear. Here’s some workie Hi Viz. A pair of yellow trousers, yellow Hi Viz T shirt and vest and you might as well put these pair of rigger boots instead of these white trainers, should all be your size. By the way none of us wear underpants. We are all commando here.’

‘Fuck what the hell am I gonna look like?’

‘Well like me for a fucking start and mind what you say boy. Now get into the gear.’

Darryl put the trousers on and as he hoisted them up that sensation started again running through his body and got worse as he put on the T shirt and vest. He had always hated workies and yet he felt these were his clothes what he should wear , they were comfortable but even better he felt so sexed up. As he put his feet into the rigger boots and burst of pure pleasure raced through his body almost making him feel dizzy.

‘Tell you what boy you look fucking great in yer hi viz gear compared to that pussy boy chav stuff. You now look like a man, a workie man.’

All Darryl could think about was the fact that his cock had started stirring again like a sweet itch as it steadily grew in length and the feel of it rubbing against the Hi viz nylon was better that any chav gear.

As he started giving his crotch a rub the portacabin door opened and in walked The Boss.

‘So this is our new recruit Joe?’

‘What do you think Boss.’

‘I ain’t no fucking recruit, I’ve just been given this gear to put on for a while.’

‘Not really boy as I put it all in the bin to throw out. This is your gear now. Anyway Hi Viz gear makes you so bloody horny what else do you want to wear?’

‘Whats going on here.’ Darryl said even though his body was loving wearing all the Hi Viz

‘Just as Joe said, you’re part of our team now and there’s just one more bit of training to complete.’

‘What’s that?’

‘That I get to give you your first fuck’

‘No fucking way. I ain’t any fairy’

‘Is that right? This is the guy who let Joe give him the best wank of his life, the same guy who gave Joe the best blow job of his life. Well I’m the guy who’s going to give you the best fuck of your life and besides looking at that cock sticking out of your Hi Viz you’re up for anything boy so get over here.’

‘I ain’t ever been fucked before.’

‘I know that’s why I giving you your first one and once you’ve had my long dick up you you’ll be open for many others. When you feel my shaft going up that arse of yours you’ll realise this is all you want and you’ll soon forget any idea of pussy. You’ll only want men to be fucked by and to fuck. Then you are a real workie. Us guys only do sex with guys in Hi Viz and there ain’t anything better. And don’t worry Joe has a surprise for you. He’ll give you a suck as good as you can do. He has the best throat in the business, ain’t that right Joe?’

‘Sure thing Boss’

‘Talking like this is making me fucking horny for that ass of yours boy. Time I let you see that meat of mine.’

Darryl could already see a large outline of cock in the Boss’s Hi Viz trousers, as he opened his zip and put his hand down deep down to pull it out. The prick sprang out and up showing a thick vein underneath.

‘Christ that’s a huge cock’ Darryl said almost salivating at the size of meat, the sensation in his cock even now stronger.

‘I ain’t the Boss for nothing boy. A good thick long dick for that arse, now get over here. No need to drop your gear.’

The boss took hold of Darryl and let his hand run over his cheeks.

‘Nice bum you have now let’s open up’, and with that he found a rear zip to the Hi viz and unzipped pushing his hand inside to grab the naked bum. Taking one of his fingers he let it slowly find Darryl’s crack and parted it to allow his finger to slip in.

‘Shit I can feel that Boss’

‘Let’s try the second finger’, the Boss replied as he widened the hole to let his middle finger slip right up.

Without even thinking Darryl started moving his arse tight against the Boss fingers so they were fully up.

‘What is it with this Hi Viz but Christ I love my arse explored and though I’ve never been fucked I want to beg for that cock of his right up me.’ Darryl said to himself

The Boss took his fingers out and let a large glob of spit fall on to his dick rubbing it gently.

‘Seeing its yer first time I’ll make it easier to take all the way in. Once I’ve fucked you in your Hi Viz you’ll never wanna take the clothes off and you only want to be a workie. Fuck that chav bit.’

‘Time for my shaft boy’

Placing his thick hands and arms around Darryl’s waist he slowly let his cock slip through the rear of the Hi Viz trousers and let the prick find the hole that had been nicely opened by his fingers. As he started to force his head in Darryl let out a cry of pain

‘Christ I hope it’s not all gonna be like this’

‘Don’t worry mate once my head’s past your opening you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.’

Still grabbing Darryl’s waist the Boss pushed his cock further in past the Hiviz trousers and up the arse, Darryl at first wincing as the thick shaft moved further up but the more it slid in the more Darryl relaxed and the more he loved this meaty member inside him, especially as he was still fully dressed in all his Hviz gear. He started pushing his arse against the Boss’s cock wanting to feel every inch of it inside him. The more he pushed his arse to take the cock the more his own cock became the best boner he ever had, pushing its way out in his trousers like a tent pole the head rubbing against the zip of the his viz trousers. He loved his cock rubbing against the nylon of the Ho Viz, much better than his Chav trackies. Who wants trackies when you can be in full HiViz. His hand pulled at the zip to let it out so he could get his own hand around the shaft.

Joe was standing opposite him rubbing his crotch staring at Darryl’s full length of manhood.

‘Tell you what Boss the boy is loving that dick of yours. Christ what a bloody boners he’s got there.’

‘Wearing all this Hiviz is so fucking horny and shit who wants pussy when I have all these real workie men wanting my arse and cock.’

‘You can say goodbye to being a chav boy, now let’s get my dick fully up your arse.’

And with that The Boss pulled Darryl in tight against his balls so his cock lunged the full length inside.

‘Christ that feel fucking fantastic’ Darryl replied moving his arse to feel it up to the hilt against the Boss’s big balls.

‘So let’s get moving’ and with that The Boss started slowly slipping his prick back to his head and then slowly let it run in the full length

‘Well Joe, time for you to get started by the look of the boy’s cock I can see the precum already oozing out.’

By this time Joe had unzipped his Hi viz trousers and pulled out his erect cock stroking it while watching Darryl getting fucked.

‘Can’t wait to get my mouth around the kids dick, I’m full of saliva at the ready.’

Joe got down on his knees and grabbed Darryl’s cock opening his mouth wide to take in the thick dick. Darryl felt his cock being taken fully down Joe’s throat and could see the saliva dripping down Joe’s chin. Feeling his dick encased in Joe’s throat made his arse start to work on the Boss’s cock, moving his arse up and down the shaft

‘Fuck I’m being done both ends, this is fucking amazing and I’m still in me Hi viz gear.’

‘That’s it boy work your arse, let me right up.’

‘Go on Boss fuck me rigid. Joe take it all my balls are ready to burst. Go on wank yerself and let me see you cum.’

‘That’s it boy you’re a man now, not a fucking chav. You love us men and our cocks, it’s all you want, to be a workie.’

‘Christ Boss fuck me as hard as you can as I’m ready to explode.’

‘Take my bloody cock boy as I’m about to shoot a whole stream of spunk up your arse.’

‘I cant wait any longer Boss I’ve never had an orgasm like this I ‘m about to cum inside Joe.’

‘Then cum, I’m ready to spunk in you. Joe get that hand of yours rubbing your dick. Ready boys this is it.’

And with one final massive push, his cock inside Darryl, the Boss let rip reams of cum as Darryl let another stream of cum shoot down the back of Joe’s throat, so much that it was oozing out of Joe’s mouth

‘I’m cumming to’ Joe shouted as he shot his spunk over Darryl Hi Viz trousers

‘Christ am I glad I met you on the bus Joe.’

‘You may think you did but I was looking for a chav and you were the prefect choice to make a workie.’

‘Thank God you chose me mate, being a workie is the best ever.’

‘Wait till tomorrow boy,’ the Boss said zipping himself up, ‘the rest of the crew will be back. Now you have had your first fuck with me the others will be queuing up for you. Well make sure we get some work done in between but when you see the lads in their Hi Viz see you they will only be wanting sex. You are a workie now. The portacabin will be stinking of cum by the time is day is out.’

‘Joe why don’t you take the boy home for the night. He could do with another fuck before tomorrow so his arse is still moist and open, and make sure he sleeps in his Hi Viz. He’s a workie now.

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awolfthorn · 1 year

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“Mate, Can You Lend Me a Hand?”

My company had recently relocated to a new office development. Although much of the building work on the complex was complete, the two remaining buildings were still under construction. I’d often look out of my third floor office window and stare at the work crews. They would be decked out in their dirty yellow or orange hi-viz work gear, battered boots or wellies. I’d gawp down at them, their arms enveloped in tattoos, their shaved heads and most, at sometime or other, with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. I’d long had this internal conflict; on one hand I’d be glad that I was a married office worker living in ‘suburban bliss’. but on the other hand there was this burning desire to be a workie, getting my hands dirty, collaborating with my co-workers (however they needed support).

I liked to leave the house first thing in the morning, saying goodbye to my wife and giving an estimate of what time I’d be home. Once I’d parked my car it was a ten minute walk across the concourse to my office. I was usually there at such an early hour that I would rarely encounter anyone else. Generally I would also be too early to see anyone working at the new buildings. However, this morning was different.

“Oi mate, can you give us a hand?” Was he talking to me? There was no one else on the path, so I looked around to see one of the workmen on the ground calling at me from the other side of the safety fence. He was kitted out in a full workers hi-viz uniform, work boots, maybe wellies, it was hard to tell. He wore a yellow hard hat and black gloves that looked like they were made of rubber. I remember thinking just how amazing he looked in his protective gear.

I didn’t know what to do. He appeared to be in trouble, but I worked at a desk, what could I do? I looked around me but there wasn’t anyone else in sight. Instinctively I dropped my bag and looked for a way to get through the site safety fence to help this poor fella who was struggling on the ground. I managed to find a gap in the fence and forced my way through.

“Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?”

“Thanks mate, I thought I could do this on my own but as you can see I’m not having much luck. See this? I just need someone to control the flow, which you do using that value there.”

“Really? Look surely you’re better waiting for one of your workmates to help. I work in an office over there” (pointing upwards and to my right).

“Nah, you can do it, but I’ll need to get you something to wear so you don’t get as filthy as me. C’mon! I’m Dave by the way.”

“James, it’s good to meet you.

I followed this hi-viz stranger. We quickly arrived at one of those portable buildings they have on building sites.

“Right in here.”

“In there? Really?” I questioned.

“Yes, come on. We need to be quick. Let’s get you kitted out, we’ll get the job done and you can go about your business…”

Dave looked desperate. I knew he was in some sort of trouble, so the inner good samaritan stepped up to the plate. I reluctantly climbed up the stairs and into building. As I walked through the door a strong smell hit me straight away. It not only made my head spin and but bizarrely my cock began to jump to attention. Something I’m pretty sure Dave took note of. The air in the room must’ve been a stale mix of cigarette smoke, B.O, foot odour and even possibly urine from the toilets. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible and get some fresh air in my lungs.

I saw Dave light up a cigarette, he offered one to me.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke. I didn’t think you were allowed to smoke inside buildings.” I asked

“The gaffer turns a blind eye. He’s happy to let things like that go so long as the job gets done. Sure you won’t have one?”

I shook my head from side to side.

“Maybe later then?” Dave took a long drag and exhaled a plume of smoke into the room. No wonder everything stank of smoke.

On a bench was a pile of work gear: Orange and yellow hi-viz overalls and boiler suits, tops that were similar to the polo shirt I’d wear on weekends, trousers and a couple of pairs of boots.

Dave grabbed some items, “here take these.”

“What you want me to wear that mucky gear?”

“You will if don’t want to ruin your expensive suit.”

“Well…”

“I’ll make it up to you, but just get a move on. Take your socks and underwear off too.”

“Are you serious?”

“Those socks are no good for boots.. I’ve got no underwear but you can go commando. You’ve got showers in your office building so you can always use one later. Now put these on.”

Dave handed me a pair of ’not that dirty, but not that clean’ socks. I put them to one side while I slipped out of my jacket, removed shirt off and dropped my trousers.

“Here, give me those and I’ll put them in my locker,” with that he disappeared around a corner taking my shirt, jacket and trousers. I remember wondering why I’d not heard a locker door slam shut.

I’d just finished putting on my workie gear when he came back. He went over to a rack and selected a hard hat for me.

“Dave, my bag. I left my bag by the fence. I need to get it. I need it it’s got“

He interrupted me, “you’ll need to put on one of these,” and he placed it on my head

“My b…” all of a sudden I stopped. i couldn’t form any words. I remember Dave looking at me, saying one word. “Perfect. Now let’s go follow me Jimmy.”

I was about to say something about my name but felt compelled to follow Dave. As I was about to walk out of the building, but I couldn’t help but take a quick glance in a mirror. I saw Dave turn around, he was definitely smirking. I sensed an arousal in my groin too.

“Yeah,” Dave continued, “you’ll be a good builder’s labourer. Follow me.”

The smell of the workie gear I’d been given was infiltrating your nose - some combination of cigs, B.O., piss and something else. Strangely, I also remember being continually aroused by the stink. I’m not sure whether it was just the awful smell or something else. But since I’d put the hard hat on my mind felt a bit hazy. I couldn’t quite work out what I was doing and why I was here.

“C’mon Jimmy, we need to get this done in the next 15 minutes, or it won’t be ready when the concrete arrives.”

As I walked, I realised my cock was now rubbing against the trousers. Even outside, I kept inhaling the strange musk from the clothes - that mix of sweat, B.O., Piss and was there also the smell of cum? We quickly reached the spot where I’d first found Dave. Just for a moment I thought there was something I needed to look for. Dave noticed me looking around and quickly walked over to me. He lit up a cigarette, inhaled and blew the smoke in my face. As I was coughing and spluttering, I felt him rub my cock through my hi-viz trousers.

“Yeah that’ll do nicely my lad” he said, inhaling and once gain blowing the smoke in my direction. “Sure you don’t fancy a cig, I’ve got plenty?”

Anyway, even with my hazy mind I shook my head as if to say no. In no time at all, together Dave and I had finished what he couldn’t do alone. A good job too, because just then we heard the ‘beeps’ from reversing of the concrete truck. A guy I’d not seen before who was talking on a phone joined; he looked like he was in charge or something like that. I was having trouble thinking straight.

“Ah Dave, Is this the new one we talked about. How’s he getting on?”

“Hey Paul, yeah this is Jimmy. He’s a bit slow,” replied Dave, “but once everything is processed, I think I’ve got a keeper. Jimmy this is Paul our Foreman.”

I was pretty sure Dave was giving me the sort of smile you give someone you fancy. Paul interrupted my thoughts.

“Good,” turning to me, he tapped me several times on the shoulder, “welcome to the team.” He moved in closer to Dave, and said something I couldn’t hear. I’m sure I heard Dave say something about a bag or case to which Paul pointed to a large skip covered in rubble. Paul turned back to me and smiled. “Right, Dave will sort out your processing Jimmy and you’ll get your assignment.”

Just then Dave nudged me, “Right, let’s get you changed, come on.”

With that we walked back to where the portable cabins we sited. This time instead of going in the one where my clothes were, we went into an adjoining one.

“My clothes are in the other one.”

“Yeah, but the sinks and showers are in this one. I thought you might want to get cleaned up before you put your fancy suit back on.”

I didn’t question Dave, he knew what to do, so I followed him through the door. The room was already quite smokey. There was another guy in the cabin, who looked like he was getting undressed.

“Hi Tom”

“Dave. Who’s this?

“James, but he’s going to be Jimmy, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about? I just want to get back into my clothes and get on with my day.” I was becoming annoyed.

“Nah, that’s not going to happen Jimmy.” Dave nodded towards Tom, “I think I might need some help.”

“No problem Dave.”

Tom walked over to me, with his nose ring, he looked quite intimidating. “You know Jimmy I was like you once. Working 70-80 hours a week, freaking out about spreadsheets, worrying about numbers. Then I went through the process and life became much simpler. Got a job on the site here and now have the best life ever. A wonderful boyfriend, and so will you too.”

I started struggling, “Nooooo, I’m married.”

Just then Dave returned carrying what looked like a pair of headphones, “hold him steady Tom.”

“He’s not going anywhere Dave”, Tom responded.

“Right,” Dave said, “See these? These are specially adapted ear defenders that will complete your processing.”

The fact that my head had been hazy all the time I’d been wearing the workie gear meant I didn’t have much fight in me anyway. But I wasn’t giving up that easily. I clenched my fists - I don’t know what for because I’d never punched anyone in my life. I tried pulling away from Tom. But, in that instant Dave pressed a red button, he stepped forward and dropped the ear defenders over my skull. At which point Tom let go of me.

Dave and Tom watched as my struggles almost immediately diminished and I felt my jaw become slack, and my fists unclenched. I could hear something playing in the headphones. By now my arms felt limp, and my body was relaxed.

Dave noticed the change, “that’s much better, isn’t it Jimmy?” Dave pushed me down onto a bench, “Much better to just relax and listen to the voice. Just listen to the voice and we’ll be back.”

The voice started whispering to me, “It feels good to be a labourer, it feels good to work with your hands, you like to wear your hi-viz uniform, it feels good to be a builder, forget your old life, to let go of all that responsibility, it feels good to be a tradesman. Say goodbye to all the stress, no more reports, no more documents, the company will look after you, you’re one of the team, you love being one of the team. You’re gay, you have no interest in women, only men interest you now. You know why? Because you’re a good workie. They help one another out, only men know how to relieve other men, You love being one of the team, you love to follow orders, you love the smell of hard work, you love the smell of real men, you love your uniform, you will obey all commands. Over an over it repeated, but as time went on new sentences appeared. “…you like to wear your hi-viz uniform, forget your old life, to let go of all that responsibility, you’re a gay man, Dave is your partner, you love Dave, Dave makes you happy, Dave will teach you how to satisfy other men. Your old life is over, you’re no longer interested in women, you’re only interested in hard men. Your head will be shaved. company regulations require shaved heads on all workies. Over and over the words kept coming at me.

I don’t know how long I was in that room, but day had turned to night because I was suddenly aware of the lights going on. I felt the headphones, which I learnt are ear defenders being removed. I remained seated.

There was a voice, “What are you?”

“I’m a good workie,” I replied looking up at my boyfriend Dave.

“Who will look after you Jimmy lad?”

“The company will”, I replied.

“Do you like women?”

“No”, I responded sternly.

“Who makes you happy?”

“You do, I’m gay.” I replied looking upwards longingly.

Dave smiled, he knew the processing was successful. “Right, the first thing you need to do now is send two text messages. One to your boss to say you’ve quit with immediate effect to take a better more rewarding job.”

“Yes, sure. Who’s the other one for?”

“The other one needs to be sent to Kate to say you’re leaving her and she can have the house and everything else. Tell her you’ve realised you’re gay, you’re moving on and there’s no point her contacting you.”

Dave handed me my phone and I did as instructed. I looked up at him and said, “Done.”

“Give the phone back to me.”

I passed it to him and watched him pick up a hammer and smash it into pieces.

“No going back. Now, let’s get your head shaved, you can’t be a good workie with that rats nest on your head.” With that he took my hand and led me over to a chair. There were some clippers already placed on a table.

Dave made quick work of my hair. Very soon I had a zero crop.

“There, done!” Dave rubbed my head, and was seemingly pleased with the outcome. Right stand up, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you.” And with that Dave leaned in and started snogging me.

I opened my mouth to reciprocate and could taste his smokey breath. He reached down and felt my growing erection. I just moaned into the ongoing assault on my mouth.

Dave pulled away, “you like that Jimmy boi?”

I could only nod in response.

“Yeah, gonna get you smoking too. Every workie smokes like a trooper, and you’ll be no different.” He got out his cigarette packet and took two out giving me one and taking one for himself. He held a lighter to mine as I inhaled. I coughed a bit, but I actually enjoyed smoking my first cigarette.

“You enjoyed that?” Dave asked. I just nodded in affirmation. “We’ll pay a visit to the tattooists this weekend because I wanna get your full-sleeve tattoos started. If you like you can also get some metal, maybe a septum ring like Tom has.”

We came together again in a passionate embrace.

Again Dave pulled away. “Right let’s get you home. I wanna take this up to the bedroom.”

That night Dave spent many, many hours finalising my processing in every way imaginable. I recall falling asleep in his arms dreaming about workies, tattoos, being fucked, getting pierced, boots, real men with shaved heads.

In just a few hours I’d gone from married office worker to doing a proper job as a gay workie with a wonderful boyfriend and I couldn’t be happier.

If you see two chain-smoking workies with tatts on their arms, rings in their ears and nose, full hi-viz clobber it might be Dave and me. Come over and say “hi”. You never know the gaffer might have an opening for you.

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