The Plumber's Assistant

I was trading emails with a plumber with the intent to meet up to suck his cock. He had asked what I wanted to happen so I created the following story and shared it with him. Knowing that he was to be the dominant one it's written from his point of view. Read on to find out how that turned out.

The Plumbers Assistant

He showed up eager to work but without any experience.

"So, you think you would be any good?" I asked.

"Oh yes. I'd be a very willing apprentice. I'll learn fast and do all the grunt work."

"Well, we don't really do apprenticeships." But then I had an evil idea. "Come with me."

I led him down to my basement. I hadn't been laid in a few days and my big cock was in need. "Just how much do you need a job?"

"Desperately. Whatever it takes."

"And you think you're man enough the be a good plumber?"

He gulped, "I'll try."

I turned his body to face mine in the dim basement, "Drop your pants!"

Shocked, he just stared. Poking him in the chest with one finger I berated him as I punctuated each word, "Let's see how much of a man you are."

He lowered his face before capitulating and then he lowered his pants. I couldn't help but laugh, "What the fuck! You're wearing panties."

He stammered, "They're men's. I just like the silky texture."

"They're women's panties and you know it. They even have a tiny bow in the front. And they're pink." I dropped my own pants, tossing them on a nearby bed. "This is what a real man's underwear looks like."

He had no words. But my plan took shape, "Take off the panties too!"

Obediently he pushed his girly lingerie to his ankles.

"Now look at your little dick. It's like two inches and you can't even get it hard. Take mine off so you can compare a real man's cock with what you've got."

He reached for mine and I let him undress me, proud of my stiff member. He whined, "I can too get hard. I'm just not hard right now."

When we were both nude from the waist down I brought my rigid cock next to his soft one. "This is the tool that a real plumber has to work with." I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees despite his futile resistance. "Take a close look. If you really want to be my apprentice."

He gawked dumbly. "Hold it. See how manly it is? See how much better it is compared to your sissy dick?" Kneeling there with his pants and panties bunched up at his ankles he was at quite a disadvantage.

He lifted my heavy member running his fingers over the length of it. Rudely, and without warning I pushed the side of it against his lips. At first he pulled away and spluttered in disgust at what I was doing to him. But I was the more dominant of the two of us, "Make it wet...make it wet so I can teach you how to be a good plumber. You're gonna learn how to clean out some pipes." His diminutive hands pushed on my thighs but I was stronger.

I grabbed him behind the neck and wouldn't let him go as I ground my cock back and forth on his unwilling lips. Eventually he stopped struggling and gave up any attempt to stop me. "I've got something for you. Something to give you the essence of manliness."

Next, I cock-whipped his face, "Stick out your tongue!" He did. "Now open your mouth wide, sissy." Suddenly I dropped the thick crown of my cockhead on his tongue with a resounding splat. He flinched. "Don't move! You've got lessons to learn."

The guy couldn't stop how my beast layed on his subservient tongue, but he twisted and squirmed trying to keep it from touching the inner part of his lips too. Soon enough I was gonna defile all of his oral cavity - he just didn't know it yet. I'm sure he thought I was just on a power trip. But I had serious intentions.

"Do you want the job or not?" He wanted to answer but any movement of his lips would create the contact he feared. In the end he just nodded but that had the same effect.

"Don't just kneel there like a mouth breather. Close your lips." Gingerly, with little choice, he tenderly wrapped his lips on my plum end. "Good boy. You'll make a nice faggot yet. You want to be my cocksucker, right?"

His eyes grew wide and he shook his head vigorously. "But you are going to. You're gonna suck my cock everyday. You're gonna get good at it. You'll suck hard. And you'll deep throat it. And we'll try lots of exciting positions."

With a renewed energy to resist he pushed on my legs again and tried to remove my offensive cock from his mouth. But just as quickly I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him in place. "I like a little fight in my cocksuckers. You're gonna make me cum fast if you keep that up."

He stopped for a second. Then fought me again. It didn't matter. I had all the leverage. In time he grew tired and stayed still.

"Good girl. I'm gonna take it easy on you this first time. I'll push it down slowly. Now take a deep breath."

When my cocksucker was ready I took a firm hold of his head with both hands and started a steady trip down his throat. "Good girl. Take my whole cock. You can do it."

Then he choked and gagged. I spoke gently this time, "Well, if not now, then later. We have all the time we need to practice." I had pulled out. But now I started back in again, never letting go of his head in case he tried escaping again.

We established a rhythm, breathing, and pushing, and pulling. I pushed a little deeper each time. "Jerk your little clit while you suck me. I want to know my sluts are enjoying themselves.

She was getting winded so I gave her a break. "Lick my slimy nuts you femmy ball-licker. That's right. Lick 'em all over." I loved every second of it. And wrong or right, my cock felt good and she was erect as well.

When I was done getting my balls ravished, and with no need for permission, I aimed for her mouth and stuck it back in. I didn't work it in like before, but I wasn't rough either. Well, that's not true. I was gentle on her throat but I jerked her body back and forth however I wanted.

"OK, slut, let's cum together. I'm getting close. Jerk faster so you can spill your load on the floor at the same time that I jettison my gunk straight into your gullet. You want to cum, right?"

My bitch nodded while her hand flew furiously on her sex. I had promised to take it easy on her but I couldn't help but speed up from a slow face fucking to a more moderate speed.

I pulled her mouth deep until her spit soaked lips were buried in my pubes. Clutching tightly at her helpless head I roared with my spermy climax. Head thrown back I humped at her hole dumping gobs of my seed where it would never be seen again.

My whore took a few more minutes to finish, which allowed me to relish in the afterglow of my orgasm while fully inserted in her throat.

I felt her throat rumble with her groaning then heard several splats of her cum hit the concrete floor.

Satisfied, I placed my hand on the sluts forehead and pushed her off, "You did good, cumbucket. Be here a little earlier next time."

The End

So That's the story I sent him. He replied a day later saying that it had excited him greatly and he had jerked off a few times while reading it. Well, since he liked it I wrote a part 2 and sent that.

Part 2

I was waiting for the little turd at my garage door when he finally showed up.

"I told you to be early. Now we're going to have to do our cocksucking after work. I'm not happy about waiting all day."

He ignored my legitimate complaint, "What? We're actually going to do plumbing work today? I would have been early if I had known."

Not only had he admitted to passive defiance but then he openly defied me, "And I don't want to be a cocksucker... anymore."

I decided to address this revolt with some trickery. "Hmmmf, let's see about that. If you pass the test then no more cocksucking for you. But if you fail then we're gonna ramp it up. Ready?"

"Oh yes. Show me a pipe and I'll do my best plumbing." I was gonna show him a pipe alright.

I devised a test quickly, "Hmmm. Ok. Go look under the sink over there."

He looked happy with the test. But he was mistaken, "That's the test? I can do that. Just look?"

"Yep."

He went over to the sink, opened the cabinet door and got down on his knees. The first thing I noticed was that he failed to have a plumber's crack. Instead he was showing off yellow and white polka dot panties. Next I saw that instead of looking at the pipes with any grace or dexterity he was twisting his head around and struggling to see anything.

I'd seen enough, "Ok. Come here."

He smiled hopefully, "How'd I do? Did I pass?"

I crossed my arms and scowled, "You failed in two ways."

"No! You're lying."

"Fine I'll prove it. And if you agree then you'll never complain about cocksucking again. In fact, if you just hear the word you'll instantly drop to your knees with an open mouth. After we've established that, if you pass the new test, the cocksuckers test, then in thirty days you can have another shot at the plumbers test."

Skeptically he asked, "So how'd I fail?"

"First, your crack is covered by sissy panties." I had expected him to complain that a plumbers crack was a myth and not necessary. But he hung his head since there was no denying the truth about his still being a sissy.

"And second, all you were supposed to do was look at the pipes, right?" He nodded. "Then what color was the pipe coming down from the sink bowl?"

"Hah! It was white!"

I went over to the sink and jamming my phone into the cabinet cavity I snapped a picture.

Holding it out to him I pointed, "See how the P-trap is white?" He agreed. "You were supposed to tell me the color of the tailpiece. Does that look white to you?"

The color drained from his face. I lifted his chin so he had to look me in the eyes as I spoke one word, "Cocksucker."

Instead of dropping to his knees he defied me yet again by standing firm. He left me no choice. I grabbed him in a headlock and easily wrestled him to the floor despite his best yet ineffective resistance. Once he was down there I stood solidly in front of him with my groin near his face. Resolutely his jaw was locked tight.

I didn't have time for this. I didn't have time to fuck his face right now either. But he needed to be taken down a peg. Reaching into my fly I pulled out my soft cock and began whipping his face with it. After a minute of cockslapping I tested him again, "Cocksucker."

He did nothing so I rubbed my nuts all over his face. I was pretty sure his tightly pursed lips loosened.

"Cocksucker." Nothing.

On a whim I reached down to feel his dick. Hard as a rock just as I'd predicted. "Are you seriously still gonna deny you're a cocksucker? Despite all the evidence?" A worried look appeared on my sluts face, then in deject failure he opened his mouth wide.

Just then my phone rang, "Yea? Elam here." As I answered I dropped the head of my dick on his tongue heavily.

On the other end my foreman was asking where I was. "I got held up with the new hire. As soon as the cocksucker is ready I'll head over." In the field we frequently teased each other often so my foreman didn't know what was really happening when I swore. However, hearing the word the little bitch at my knees started sucking fervently.

But we really did have to leave. I pulled my hardening cock out with a pop. You can suck my splooge out later. Let's go." It was a pity to put away a cock in need.

It was a fifteen minute drive to the job site and my wife called while I was driving. She was explaining how the accountant had called and the IRS was charging us a penalty. Pissed I told her what I thought, "Those fuckin' cocksuckers over at the IRS should drop dead." Realizing I'd unwittingly said the magic word I pulled my faggot over by his neck and pushed his head down into my lap. Obediently and with no choice he unzipped me and sucked my penis into his sissy mouth. I have to admit it was a thrill to be casually talking to my unwitting wife while my dick was being serviced.

He sucked on my dick for the remainder of my call and until we pulled up to our destination. I pulled him off by his hair, "We'll finish that later. Let's teach you some actual plumbing." He looked so fucking happy.

Just before opening the truck door I confirmed his training, "OK, cumbucket. What'ya do when you hear the word?"

"Drop to my knees with my mouth ready."

"Good boy."

Inside the townhouse I left him in the entryway while I went to do some inspections. At most five minutes later I returned to where I'd left my dick-licker only to find that my foreman Curt had his cock stuffed into the sissy's gullet.

They didn't notice me at first until I cleared my throat. Curt jumped, "Sorry boss. I couldn't help myself. The pansy bent over to look at a slug and when I saw those panties they reminded me of the ones my wife wears. She's always prancing around the house in only panties and a bra - teasing me and never delivering. I just knew he was a cocksucker. Then we were talking and out of the blue he fell to the floor with his open mouth just begging for my cock."

Inwardly, I smirked. But this was a spanner in the works. "Carl, finish up and I'll never say a word to anyone about your what you did, not even your wife."

At the end of the day my cocksucker and I were back at my garage. "You're not going to complain, are you?"

"Oh no, I learned more about plumbing today than ever."

"I meant about the face fucking you're about to get."

I saw his eyes glance to my cock, the basement door, and the doorway out to his car. "Um, no Sir. Whatever you say."

"That's better. Let's go." Resigned, he followed me down to his doom.

After making me wait all day I was feeling like he deserved some revenge. Dutifully he was waiting expectantly for me to speak the word. Then he grew bold, talking out of turn, "Are you gonna keep making me suck Carl, or any other guys?"

Now he'd made me angry, "I never wanted you to suck Carl! That was your idea. Don't you have any common sense? But now that the cat's out of the bag do you really think Carl's going to give up a cocksucker?" I shook my head. "I wasn't planning to share you."

When I was done yelling, rather than being sufficiently sheepish, he stood tall. I just knew that inside he was feeling like it was me who was mistreating him. He needed breaking again. But I actually enjoy some fight so I wanted to let him retain enough self respect to keep struggling.

I grabbed his wrists and yanked. Not so hard as to hurt him. I did actually need him to work as an apprentice after all. But hard enough that he fell to the floor in a controlled manner. I dragged his sissy body over the concrete toward my day bed. Then taking the cuff of his pants in my hands I jerked until his yellow panties were the only thing concealing his tiny dick.

He didn't fight me directly, but he didn't help me strip him either. In fact, he scrambled back to his knees to regain some semblance of dignity. I left his clothes on the floor even as I folded mine nicely.

When I was naked I straddled his body mashing my balls against his lips. I wasn't content to only do that so I ground my nuts aggressively on his mouth and face while continuing my forward momentum.

At first he propped himself up with his hands on the floor behind him. A sure sign that he did still have some respect for himself. As I drove on, his head was pushed back against the side of the mattress. I had him right where I wanted him - between a rock and a hard place.

He wasn't ready for a full on face fucking. But we could pretend to be more violent than the reality would be. Face fucking without resistance wouldn't be as fun, so breaking him down too much would spoil my blowjob.

"I want you to pull the band of your panties below your sissy testis." When he didn't comply fast enough I cock whipped him just once. Enough that he did it. Not enough to crush his spirit.

I goaded him, "What would your wife think of your pansy ass if she could see you right now?" I didn't actually need an answer, "Or your buddies? Do they know you're a slut for cock? Should I invite them over to use your mouth when I'm done?" I hoped I could maintain his opposition with these thoughts.

Instinctually his hands came back up to push against my thighs. Now was the time. I pressed the wet tip of my cock against his lips and as expected he kept them pursed tightly shut. With my hand on my big stiff cock I pushed his upper lip North until I could see the white of his teeth. Then I leveraged his lower lip South in the same way. Next I wedged it between both lips leaving a drop of precum on his clenched teeth.

I wanted to re-live our first time so I rubbed the shaft of my cock across his lips. Back and forth, finding hints of saliva and spreading it along the length of my club. When it was wet enough I knew it would glide between his lips smoothly.

I forced the wetted tip back between his lips again, and as before, his teeth blocked my way. There was this thing I always wanted to try. So I pinched his nose shut and waited. He didn't suddenly gasp giving me my chance to rape his mouth. Instead I noticed he was sneaking breaths in at the corners of his mouth.

The next time he did it I aimed diagonally, stretching his cheek and filling the area between wet flesh and closed teeth. Whether he liked it or not my cockskin was gliding along his inner oral cavity now, leaving my nectar behind.

I pushed in and out a few times wondering how he could withstand what must have been some pretty intense stretching. Then he answered by finally opening up and allowing my cock completely into his mouth. The lesser of two evils no doubt.

His resistance had invigorated me but now I was ready for some serious face fucking. The only question was how much could he handle. I guess it was time to find out.

I wrapped a towel around the back of his neck for leverage and grabbing both ends in my fists I pulled gently and slowly. Two then three inches invaded his mouth with no trouble. Then a fourth inch found the space to be small but he adjusted his position and we could start working on the fifth inch. I was hitting the back of his throat with minimal gagging so I took that as a sign to keep going. The sixth inch of my cock popped past the barrier giving him an involuntary retch but since he controlled it alright I followed up quickly by plunging my final inch into the fag's neck.

I saw him struggling against his own body this time, doing his best to let my big shaft as far in as I wanted. "I'm proud of you girl. Not everyone can deep throat something this big. Are you doing ok?"

He nodded so I took it to the next level. Really pulling on the towel I crushed his lips tightly against my pubes snaking my manly organ right down the curve of his esophagus as I leaned over the mattress that held his head immobile. I held still, planning to hump against him with ever increasing strength but then he tapped out. Being the merciful feeder that I am I let him pull off for air.

Gasping he cried out, "Not so long, Sir. Please?"

Relenting, I agreed, "OK, I'll just take a regular headjob without so much gagging. Well, not too much anyway." By now I was trying to decide where I wanted to cum. The last time, his first, I had cum straight into his stomach. I figured this time I should let him taste it. Imagining my large load jetting and oozing onto his tongue got my blood boiling.

I bent my knees so I was lined up perfectly then built up an ever increasing tempo which would lead to a crescendo of orgasmic bliss. But before I could nut I learned he wasn't a good enough mouth pussy to manage so much speed.

Slowing down and taking my time I relished the warm wetness instead. I was getting close so I made my expectations clear, "When I cum you're gonna jerk off and cum too. Then you'll suckle my softening salami and milk every drop of spoo from it. Lastly, don't even think of wasting it. You're gonna swallow every drop even if it leaks out. Understood, cumslut?"