Part 1
Jim pulled his van up to the villa and stepped out. He'd never been called to a place like this before. A swanky mansion like this would usually have a contract with a big corporate plumbing service, not a single-man operation like his. But this was the address he'd been given over the phone--no doubt about it.
He rang the doorbell only for it to be answered by a young man in a dressing gown.
"Yo, you the plumber? Sick. C'mon in, kitchen's this way.." the young man said.
Jim frowned slightly. No way someone this young owned a place like this. Was he just the owner's son?
"Alright, mate. Jim's the name. Where's the trouble then? You said summat about a leak?" he replied.
"Yeah, it's the sink. Been dripping non-stop for days now. I'm Conrad, by the way." Jim noticed the kid fidgeting with something in his dressing gown pocket--a large device of some kind.
"These kids can't put their phones down for a second," Jim thought with a shake of his head. Then something caught his eye. "Is that a girl in her underwear?"
A young woman, wearing only a bra, peeked around the doorframe. She looked a little disheveled--gorgeous, great tits though. Sister? Girlfriend? Jim ignored her and focused on the job.
They got to the sink in the swanky kitchen and Jim knelt down and started examining the pipes.
"Yeah, this is what I was worried about. A place like this still has old galvanized steel pipes. These are going to keep leaking unless you replace the whole system. That's a huge job--could take months without a crew. You'd probably need to hire a bigger company."
"But I wanted a single-man job, that's why I called you," Conrad said.
"And why's that?" Jim said as he turned around and looked up at the teen standing over him.
"So I can do this" FLASH
Dazed by a sudden flash Jim heard a strange metallic voice resonating in his head:
"Do not panic. You will tell no one about what happens in this house. You will obey Conrad."
Jim blinked, his head buzzing. What the hell was that? The words still echoed in his mind, but oddly, he didn't feel particularly concerned. Just... hazy.
"So you can start tomorrow? Money isn't a problem" asked Conrad hopefully.
Jim shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Nah, mate, parts take at least a week. Best I can do is get back 'round in a week 'n' a bit."
Conrad's brow furrowed. "Nah fam, you'll sort that fast and be back here in a couple days, yeah?"
"Nah," Jim repeated. "It takes a week--if I order today."
Conrad stared at him, perplexed. "Touch your nose."
Without thinking, Jim's hand shot up and tapped his nose.
"Hmm, right," Conrad muttered, nodding in satisfaction. "Alright. Order the parts and come back next week."
"Right, see you later then" Jim said as he picked up his bag and left the house.
It was two and a half weeks later when Jim pulled up to the drive of Conrad's villa with all a load of piping in his van. Conrad answered the door in his dressing gown again, clearly annoyed.
"Alright, mate, I'm here to start the job," Jim said.
"Go right in, you remember where it is right?" Conrad said, trying to sound authoritative. "Oh, and kick the door frame real quick."
Jim's foot smacked into the doorframe. "Aagh!" he yelped.
Conrad smirked. "I've got things to handle. Keep out of my space, fam." With that, he disappeared through the door.
Jim started laying out his tools but heard a voice coming from the room Conrad had disappeared into. From the other room he could hear Conrad fairly clearly.
"Right queens let's start again" then a metallic voice started speaking. "You will obey Conrad."
This time the voice didn't resonate in Jim's head like before, it was clearly just Conrad's voice--altered through some kind of filter.
"
You adore Conrad. Conrad can fuck whoever he wants. While you are in this house you love to pleasure and worship cock
." The voice continued.
Jim tried not to listen, "just do the job and get paid", he reminded himself.
After a while, the strange recording ended. It was replaced by... other noises. Jim turned off the water supply and busied himself with the clanking of pipes, drowning out the sounds from the other room.
After not too long that sound stopped too and Jim heard some people leave the house. Didn't even offer me a brew," he sighed. He turned to grab some tools from his van but stopped when he saw a woman standing in the doorway.
"Hi there" the woman said, "I'm Georgiana. Conrad's gone out with my daughter and her friend and he's left me alone in my house with a strange plumber."
"Sorry, love, just doing my job. I'll try to keep it quiet." Jim said. The woman had a huge rack and seemed to be only wearing lingerie under her thin dressing gown.
"Oh, no, it's fine," she said, stepping closer. "In fact, I'm here to give you a hand. You see, when Conrad first moved in--*my* house, by the way--he was quite eager for me to be, what did he call it? His 'dommy mommy.'" She chuckled. "But then he realized he could invite my daughter's friends over for threesomes. Which is fine--
Conrad can fuck whoever he wants
--but I have my own needs. And he hasn't dealt with them since he moved in."
With a shrug, she let her dressing gown slip open, revealing her bare breasts.
Jim took a step back. "Look, ma'am, I just work here--"
Georgiana placed a finger on his lips. "I'll make sure Conrad pays you extra," she murmured, slipping a hand into his jeans. With her other hand she undid the button and without protest Jim's cock disappeared deep into her vagina.
"Fuck yeah, I've needed this" she moaned as he began thrusting.
"Oh fuck, so good" Jim moaned. It wasn't long before he was cumming in her body shuddering as she gasped in pleasure knowing she had pleasured the cock she desperately desired.
Several hours later Conrad walked as Jim was finishing the kitchen.
"That's this room done mate. When do you want me here tomorrow?" Jim asked.
