Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 14:20:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy and Louie - Part 5

Jimmy and Louie  - Chapter 5 - Job interview with Cory and Drake

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I fell asleep thinking about Louie busting my Cherry yesterday and today's
activities with both Louie and his more dominant buddy Cory, testing my
reaction and limits to his rough sex play. To tell you the truth, I found
this introduction to rough sex quite stimulating. However, I am not sure if
I would want to be used like that regularly. I do look forward to the
opportunity to show up tomorrow morning to see if I might be interested in
working in the high rise steelwork building industry after Cory gives me
the grand tour at a construction sight downtown where he is currently the
general foreman. I know the money in that trade is great, but will I be
able to handle the heights and strong winds that blow up through the
skyscrapers as they are being erected.

I already know I want to continue exploring my wild side with both Louie
and Cory. I find them both absolutely breathtaking.  I couldn't get Cory
off my mind until I finally dropped off to sleep, falling immediately into
a dream with both of them pleasuring me in their special way.

I was on my Vespa motor scooter early enough to be downtown at the high
rise construction site by the 9:30am time Cory had told me to arrive for
the grand tour of the high-rise construction site. He was waiting at ground
level for my arrival. After greeting me with a firm handshake and a bit of
small talk, he took me into one of the construction trailers and introduced
me to a few of the engineers and administrative personnel working the
project. They all were cordial, but immediately went about their respective
jobs.  Cory had me sign in, fit a hard hat on me, checked to make sure I
had on rubber soled boots, and we headed off for the construction elevator
to take us to the employee break station set up on the sixth floor. Other
than a temporary wooden platform sub-floor and canvas forming four walls of
windbreak, the entire area was like being exposed to the elements on all
four sides and open to the sky above and the construction going on in the
floors below. I had to suck in my breath as I stepped from the elevator on
to the temporary wooden flooring. My head suddenly went dizzy and my knees
began to buckle on me as I looked down six stories to the ground below. I
grabbed for Cory's shoulder to steady myself for a moment. He stopped,
turned quickly and grabbed me by the waist to lend me a bit of support.

"Take a few deep breaths and don't look down! You all right kid - don't
look down and you will get your legs back!" I looked at him, gave him a
faint smile and responded.

"OK! Whew! It just kind of took my breath away when I first looked straight
down. Yea! I think I did loose my legs there for a couple of seconds all
right, but I think I'm OK now! What a helpless feeling that was!"

I didn't let completely loose of Cory's shoulder until we reached the
canvas flap to enter into the canvass enclosure. We paused just inside for
a couple of minutes for me to get my legs completely back. There were guys
standing around or seated on benches drinking coffee, soda or OJ, munching
on donuts and maple bars. Most of them seemed to be like Cory, muscled,
buff, some even macho and good looking like him. There wasn't an overweight
or fatty in the bunch, even though two were well over 45 or 50. Most were
mid-twenties, thirties, mid forties. I guess it is true that to work in
this industry you have to stay in shape. It looked to me many were of
American Indian lineage. They all had semi long hair flowing from under
their hardhats, tattoos and rippled with muscles. Of these Indians, about
four stood out from the crowd. They were well over 6 foot tall, had high
cheekbones and the great looks I always associate with the taller native
tribes. No! These four were down right handsome, macho handsome Indians,
with olive complexions and seemed to be sporting nice baskets. I couldn't
help but stare at the lush display of well endowed macho bulges in their
britches.

As we approached the group, Cory stopped abruptly, gave me a nudge and
said, "Hey kid be discreet! You are staring again. Keep your eyes above
their crotches!" I quickly removed my arm from his shoulder and he gave me
a nudge following me on into the enclosure joining the group.

"Attention Guys! Young Jim here may be joining us as a gopher trainee
shortly. Right out of high school and wants to try his hand at running
buckets of red-hot rivets and supplies for you guys. He hasn't tested his
wings yet guys, so be kind to him for awhile and watch his back. Today he
is here to meet you all and see if he can handle the height and strong
winds up on seven." One by one the guys stepped up and introduced
themselves to Jimmy. The final guy to step up turned out to be named
Drake. He was one of the tall good- looking American Indians. I wondered if
he was the guy Cory said was hot and fooled around, the most likely first
guy that would try to get in between my buns. It just so happened this
Drake guy did linger behind when the rest of the men headed off back to
work. Not only that, but he was the most handsome of the four super macho
tall Indians I first spotted in the group. Drake was at least 6' 6" and
wore a tight tee shirt under an unbuttoned plaid flannel shirt, snug cargo
pants and huge steel-toe boots. I put this guys sex appeal on an even par
with that of Cory's. He literally reeked of male sex appeal and stepped
right up to Cory and me again and asked Cory some job related questions
that made me realize that Drake must have been one of Cory's team
leaders. While they talked business, Drake put his arm around my neck, held
me in place and ruffled my hair with his other hand. Before he released me
to turn and leave, he lifted me off the floor, looked down into my eyes,
smiled and said, "Hey Cory! Hire the kid, but don't put him on seven until
he gets some beef on him. Any gust of wind would blow him into flight. I'd
have to keep a safety harness and a big magnet on him up on seven. He would
be fine working on the lower enclosed areas until he gets some weight on
him. Then maybe he could gopher on the steel. He's got my vote for a supply
clerk trainee until he gets some muscle and weight on him. Real eye candy
he is! Just what we need around here to keep everyone boned and on their
toes!"

After he exited, Cory gave me a complete tour of the fourth and fifth
floors where the outside walls, cement floors, internal walls, drywall,
plumbing and electrical were getting added to the steel skeleton framework.
The lower floors were receiving windows, glazing, finish-work and
paint. Then we went up to the seventh floor and he fitted me with a harness
with a safety cord and had me slowly walk around on some of the secure
girders and beams, testing my ability to cope with the height and wind. I
didn't cope too well with the wind, since I only weigh 155 lbs., but the
height didn't seem to bother me too much; as I kept myself from looking
straight down.

Drake came over, stood with Cory and watched me walking along the narrow
beams. When I got back to where they both stood, Cory told me he agreed I
would have to gain muscle and weight before I could survive walking
steel. He told me Drake would be taking me down to the fifth floor, giving
me a tour of some of the supply job responsibilities I would be working
with if I still wanted a job at that level. I realized I wasn't really a
candidate for working on the top floors at this time myself. He told Drake
he would be down doing paper work in the foreman's trailer and to bring me
down and join him after the tour of what I might be doing as a supply clerk
trainee.

A large portion of the fifth floor was divided into a staging area for
distribution of many of the supplies that were kept on that floor. Drake
ushered me from one room to the other. He kept running his huge hand over
my shoulders and back, eventually dropping it down and running it over my
ass. Like Cory, he seemed to be fascinated with my blond hair, the way he
kept returning to running his fingers into the golden locks that hung down
my back. I knew he was getting as turned on doing that when I looked down
at his groin and realized his buffalo tamer began to lengthen. He looked to
be going commando, as the huge head kept growing. That dick head looked
like a huge plow lifting the cotton material of his cargo pants as it
pushed halfway to his knee. Just watching it clear its' way down his thigh
had my heart throbbing.

Without even thinking or hesitating, I grabbed for that huge prize and gave
it a serious squeeze. I was getting light headed, hyperventilating with
heavy lustful breaths as his masculine scent added to my lust. I wasn't
about to let loose of his crotch warrior once I had my vice-like fingers
clamped over the pulsating shaft. That stopped Drake in his tracks. He
pulled me into his body and let out a low guttural groan.

"That's my boy! Squeeze and stroke 'The Chief' and he will soon reward you
with pleasures beyond your fondest dreams. He lifted me into his arms and
headed down a corridor. Along the way he took out a key and opened a locked
door and in he went, kicking the door closed, flipped on a light switch as
we entered.  A low intensity of light prevailed. As my eyes adjusted to the
low light, it looked to be a good size room, possibly a future janitor's
supply closet. He had it all set up as his playpen, everything needed to
seduce any willing sex participant - small electric heater, coffee maker,
small refrigerator, towels, soft packing materials forming a comfortable
nest for making whoopee, a box of extra large lubed rubbers and a tube of
Astro-Glide. He set me down on my feet and proceeded to remove my clothing,
tossing them on a shelf. He was all over me fondling and running his hands
through my blond locks and sniffing my hair, kissing and licking my lips,
neck and nipples. He stood firm, spun me around pulling my buns into his
crotch and rubbed his huge bulge up and down over my crack. He could see my
excitement gather!

"Cory tells me even though you are new to the male to male lifestyle, you
seems to be a natural submissive bottom boy. You took right to his big
dick, domination, letting him even treat you to some cock, ball and nipple
abuse. He said you were a rare find and wanted me to treat you to another
round of what we rough guys like to do and expect our boys to acquire a
taste for also. Now turn around here and start with taking your clothing
off like a good boy so I can sample the merchandise he claims is so
special. Your safe word will be 'Crybaby' today with me. You know the rule!
Say the safe word and the session stops. You call me Sir or Master when in
this room or in a session with me. You will do what I say without
hesitation or you will be punished. You will not be allowed to climax until
I say it is OK. Absolutely no talking until you ask for permission and it
is granted. Got that kid?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" Once I was completely nude, he pulled me to him again.

"Well OK! Let's get started then! Get to work now and help me off with
these cloths, while I decide what to do with you today. Come on son, don't
make me tell you again!" I hesitated just long enough to warrant a swift
slap across my right cheek. It stung like hell and my eye started to
water. "Hell kid, are you both deaf and dumb, or don't you understand
English?" He pulled me over with him to a chair, sat and pulled me
immediately face down over his lap with my ass facing up to his view. My
dick and balls lodged between his thighs. He began to spank me with his
open palms, first left cheek, then right, alternating until he had
delivered ten strong spanks, leaving me moaning and screaming in pain. He
lifted me up on to my feet facing him again, pointed to my dick and said,
"Good boy! You obviously liked the spanking!" He gave my hard dick a snap
down and it popped back up and hit me in the stomach. It was already
dripping pre-cum.

"You take to a good whipping real good son. Just look at that boner you've
developed! Now get moving or you will get something more severe and painful
than my hand on you ass! Now get my shirt off, my pants open and my dick
and balls out and excited." I did exactly as ordered and found it difficult
to get his hard dick up and out from under the material of his cargo
pants. He had blind meat, huge blind meat with a loose skin covering the
entire head, hanging down a full inch further than the piss hole. His balls
were almost a dark crimson red color. That color extended up his cock
shaft. It was all free of hair except for a full covering of long silky
black hair above his beautiful groin and extending up approximately an inch
wide to just even with his naval. Like many Indians, his chest was totally
void of hair. His six-pack rippled and awesome huge areolas and nipples
were displayed atop his perfectly muscled chest. Huge tuffs of silky black
hair protruded from under his armpits. Just looking at him made my hard
dick continue to drool, sending a cock snot web down to the floor. I went
immediately to my knees and sniffed the entire groin area savoring the
wonderful male scents before my tongue started to lick up strong tastes
that had accumulated.

"Go ahead now and pull the skin back and give it a kiss, a lick, and then
start working on the glands to get me good and hard." I got the skin pulled
back and his dick head was covered with a mass of headcheese.  Being
uncircumcised myself, I recognized the substance, and automatically backed
away from the familiar stench, similar to that of strong Limburger
Cheese. I felt the sting of his palm against my face again as the tears
filled my eye. "Oh no you don't boy! Cock boys all must learn to acquire a
taste for the exotic until they crave the stuff as much as they crave cock
snot, cum and ass juice. Now get back in there and eat that cheese young
man or I'll give you a taste of my belt." My brain flashed back to the
couple of times I had tasted my own deposits and I almost convulsed
remembering just how grossed out I was at that time tasting my own
headcheese.

"OK! Have it your way boy!" He never said another word. He pushed me down
as he pulled his leather belt from his belt loops, doubled it over and
wrapped it around his hand.  He positioned my ass up in the air by pushing
my head and face down into the floor. The sting of that belt against my
legs, thighs, ass and back soon had me wailing in pain. I received twenty
lashes with that belt before he returned me positioned as before. He took
his fingers and wiped the tears from around my eyes and stuck them in my
mouth. Then he squeezed the drips hanging from my nostrils and did the
same. It seemed nasty, but the moisture was quite salty and I ended up
licking his fingers as he fed me more of my own salty tears. He pointed to
my drooling hard boner, pulled me up on my knees with my face in his groin
again.

"Now pull the skin back again and get busy on that headcheese or I'll treat
you to a few good lashings over you balls and cock. That isn't something
you want to feel just yet boy! But maybe someday if you turn into a Pain
Pig you will beg for some ball and dick torture. We shall see how you
develop! Get busy boy! Don't hesitate when I give you an order." I knew
better than delay this time. Once I got by the strong smell and licked up
the white globs and specks, I realized the stuff actually didn't taste too
bad.

"Good Boy! Yea! Headcheese! Once you get bye the smell, you got it
licked. I guarantee you will soon be begging the men in your life to save
it for you. I never seen a cock slave that didn't crave it as much as a big
load of juicy dick cream. Now get busy getting me all boned up again. Make
love to 'The Chief' with those cherry lips and that hot tongue! See if you
can get it past your gag center and down your throat. In time, with
instruction and much practice, you will learn to swallow a big dick without
gagging. Right now, just suck as much as you can. Come on boy, you can take
more than that without hitting your gag reflex. Yea!  That's better! Now
suck on my balls boy. Munch and suck on them real good! Oh YEA! THAT'S
GREAT"

Drake's dick was not quite as large as Cory's was, but he was just as
dominant, demanding and assertive.  By the time he had me greased, turned
on to his demands and rough handling, I was begging him for the ultimate
pleasure of having his dick pounding up inside me. He kept me begging,
asking his permission to address him each time I wanted him to give me some
anal pleasure. He was in no hurry. He sucked and bit on my nipples until
they were very sore. Finally that constant pain finally numbed and they
started to really feel good as he bit and nibbled on them. I began to moan
as the nipples began to send ripples of pleasure out through my entire
body. He continued to feed on them for some time before he pulled away.

"Hey kid! You indeed are going to be a Pain Pig Bottom Boy all right!
Already you are getting so turned on to this heavy nipple torture your dick
is drooling pre-cum like crazy and you are moaning with pleasure. I think
it is time to fuck your brains out don't you son? Tell me what you want
son.

"Sir, Oh fuck me Sir! I really need to get screwed Sir! Please fuck me with
the Chief Sir! I want you to ride me hard and long Sir! Oh how I burn
inside for your dick! Please help me Sir! I'll do anything you say and let
you do anything you want to me if you just promise to fuck me Sir!"

He took me roughly! In one quick plunge with my legs dangling over his
shoulders his dick was buried and his balls bounced against my own balls
and inner thighs. He too had long dangling balls like Cory and that rhythm
of his balls banging against my own balls, bottom and inner thighs was
sheer ecstasy in conjunction with the beating of his dick head on my
prostrate gland. I had to keep my dick squeezed in my left hand to keep
from shooting each time his dick head dove into, circled and pounded my
hard internal nut. My right hand was pinching, twisting and tugging on my
nipples.

Like Cory, he grabbed my balls and kept pulling and yanking on them as he
continued to fuck me violently.  He then once again started to bite and
nibble on my swollen nipples. I was out of control, shaking, moaning and
making significant high pitched squeals when Drake stiffened over me
doubled up with my legs extended out high over his head above his shoulders
and pumped about eight big shots of jizz into my boy cunt. I could tell he
was just getting started by his heavy breathing, roughness and continued
lusting.

He remained hard inside me, but his violent fuck suddenly slowed. He
continued pumping, but let my legs drop down off his shoulders, spun me
around with my back against his chest, held me to him as he slowly laid
with me in his nest for another slower long session. He worked my nipples,
licked, sucked and nibbled on my neck and shoulders from behind me until he
neared climax. At that point he whispered in my ear.

"Shoot Baby! Shoot and let your little tight pussy muscles milk the Chief
of another load of jizz. Shoot into my hand baby! He held his hand over the
end of my dick as I exploded." He convulsed over and over as my sphincter
muscles milked his cream, setting up a steady rhythm inside my honey
pot. This was what I considered a very special emotional fuck, in total
contrast to the first that was wild and demanding.

Twenty minutes later we had cleaned up in an adjoining bathroom, stuffed
toilet paper in my ass crack to catch any discharges, dressed and joined
Cory in his mobile office back down at ground level. Drake once again told
Cory that he should hire me to work as a supply clerk trainee, then given
the opportunity to switch to the higher paying gopher boy trainee with the
steelworker crew as soon as I get my weight up to 180lbs and get some
muscle mass established. Drake shook my hand, smiled, pulled me into a big
hug, then turned and left to go back up to work with his crew.

No sooner had Drake left than Cory asked me if I liked the playpen on the
fifth floor, giving me a big knowing smile. All I could do was smile back
and mutter, "Yes Cory Sir, Drake gave me the full treatment in that room. I
assume the responsibilities for being a supply clerk trainee included being
a regular trainee in that room too by both you and Drake. You two guys
certainly have a rigid job interview process. If you agree with Drake and
will hire me as a supply clerk trainee, I know I can handle the job as long
as I'm not subjected to any gang-bang parties. I will pick and choose whom
I let spend time with me in that playpen of yours. If a guy wants me as a
sexual partner, he can make a play, but I have no intention of being hired
as or expected to be considered the company's male whore for everyone's
pleasure in that room."

"Hey Jimmy Boy! Talk with your parents about the supply clerk trainee job
tonight. Take this application with you and bring it back in the next few
days if you want the job. Also, if you decide to go on to college, you can
still bring in the application and I will still let you have that trainee
job for the summer until school starts in the fall. Both Louie and I, and
now I am sure Drake also would like to have you around. You are a natural
son! You're already hooked on us boy. Your tight little ass craves big dick
and rough sex. I can tell son. You will keep coming back now that you have
had a taste of the Master. As your need for kinky sex blossoms, I may be
the perfect person for you to hook up with son to keep your growing craving
for the exotic satisfied. I plan to supervise and participate with your
sexual development if you take the job.  Prepare yourself for my total
domination. You will beg to be my sex slave when I get you fully trained."

 He opened a door behind his desk, grabbed me by the nap of my neck and
golden locks and lifted me up onto my toes. He ushered me inside the
semi-dark room, pausing just long enough to lock the door. He gave me a
swift nudge with his knee to my ass. I was propelled into the darkness. I
tripped, taking a header into what I later learned was a thick wrestling
pad spread out on the floor in this converted bathroom/work- out
room. Luckily I landed flat out on the pad rather than taking a plunge into
the opposite wall where I made out the image of a large shower stall,
toilet and a washbasin and small mirror. Another full wall of mirror was to
the right. High mostly blacked out windows ran along the wall to the left
with a trundle bed pushed up tightly in the corner against the wall and a
couple of metal cabinets I assumed to hold supplies.

"OK Jimmy Boy! On your feet and get nude! Time for more training! I could
use a bit of fun and games before we take lunch today!"


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