I asked the guys at the site what the hell they were all standing around for, acting good for fucking nothing, but none of them could answer me. I told Brock to face the truck and not move, that if anyone went to touch him he’s shout for me, and I started investigating, expecting a trap, but Aaron was still nowhere to be found. I asked about him, and finally I got an answer out of someone, that Aaron hadn’t shown up at all, not since leaving the day before, my cum still running down his legs. I asked them why they hadn’t gotten to work on their projects, and a few of them kicked the dirt.
“We were…waiting for you, sir.”
“Didn’t want you mad at us, sir.”
“Just, after yesterday, we…well, you’re the boss sir.”
I cussed them all out, called them a bunch of lazy fucks, and told them to get to work–they scurried off and double-timed it. I marched into the trailer and started sorting through paperwork–I’d been working with Aaron long enough that I know the basics of his job, and the holes filled themselves in easily enough. It took me close to an hour to realize I had no idea where Brock was, and my heart skipped two beats. I shoved my head out of the trailer, and saw him still standing in front of the truck, staring at the hood, sun beating down on him, sweat pouring down his back. I ordered him into the trailer with me, got him some water and told him he’d been a real good boy for staying just like I’d told him to do, and then told him to get to work with the rest of the guys–but that if a single one of them made a move on him, he’d better come tell me. He nodded, unable to look me in the eye, and squeezed his massive frame out of the trailer.
It was afternoon when Aaron’s Jeep came rolling up, but the man who climbed out…he looked like Aaron, but something was off about him. He looked shorter for one thing, and fatter. I could see that his clothes didn’t quite fit right, his gut hanging out the bottom of his shirt. I ordered his ass into the trailer, and he jumped to obey. He apologized profusely and begged me to forgive him–and then he went a step further, and begged for my cock again. That surprised me, but fuck, his ass had been nice yesterday, and listening to him beg for his job had gotten me hard as a rock–still, I gave him a good beating with my belt for being late before raping both his holes again, and then I dragged him back out and tied him down to a sawhorse out in the yard. As a team building exercise, I made every guy take a turn–all of them were straight, of course, but none of them were willing to disobey. I even let Brock take a turn, though he had a very hard time performing as a top, even with his eight inch cock. I let everyone know that, from now on, Aaron was the bottom rung around here, and that his ass was fair game, anytime and anyplace. That if he refused, come tell me, and I’d set the pig straight. Aaron was terrified, but his stubby cock was rock hard after I said it. I let everyone go home early, and back home…I noticed something, when I went to go have a shower.
Aaron wasn’t the only one who looked different after yesterday. I…I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Six foot one and probably 275 pounds of mostly beef–last time I’d weighed myself I’d been 260 with a pot belly, but my gut had mostly disappeared, with just a thick layer covering a hard core. I had more hair all over, and a good amount of it was turning a bit silver. My scruff had grown into a full beard, my hairline receding slightly–and fuck, I reeked. I took a good whiff of my musk, and my cock started leaking in the front of my jeans. I skipped the shower, and gave Brock a good long fuck instead, and then I sat down with him, and asked him if he’d noticed what was happening to me.
“A bit,” he said, “I…not too much before, but after my dad, and after Aaron…yeah. You…got really fuckin’ sexy, sir. Smell really sexy too.”
“Fuckin’ pig–you wanna sleep in my bed tonight? Your face buried in my pits?”
He nodded, a bit reluctant, but I knew what he wanted–what he needed. I knew what was best for him.
“But sir…don’t forget you promised. You said you’d take me back to school, don’t forget, please don’t forget. I trusted you with this because you’re…good. A good guy. No one else would.”
I’d completely forgotten about it, to be honest, but I nodded. Fuck, it had seemed so long ago at that point, I had a hard time even remembering what Brock had looked like before all of this. Still, I told myself that I had promised…but I had my doubts too. What was a big lug like him going to do at a college? He was too stupid for that shit. Besides wasn’t he happy here? He should be happy here–this is where he belonged, right? With me, with his daddy. With his master.
But this wasn’t me. I kept trying to tell myself that, for the next few days, but it was becoming harder and harder to believe. It just…it all felt so right, you know? It felt right, and I fucking enjoyed it too, I’ll be honest. I could make Brock do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted, and no matter what it was, he’d thank me when I was finished. I…I could have the man I’d always wanted. I hadn’t realized how exhausting it was, being alone like I had been, until I had someone with me. Someone I could trust, someone I could own. I know, it’s fucked. It’s too late now anyway. He’s not a person, not really. Besides, if I let him go now, what the fuck do you think would happen? He’d be dead in a week–if I don’t tell Brick to go to the bathroom, he shits and pisses himself like an animal. You see? I have to do this, for him. Because I am a good guy. No one else would put up with this, not now. I’m the only guy he has left.
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