Mindless Work

You couldn't help but be surprised when there was a new worker on the team after the GM said they weren't taking any more men. They were a big fella, but what irked everyone was how he rode in with the supervisor. It spurred talk amongst the crew, wondering if he was getting any special treatment. The thought was quickly dismissed once they heard the way the supervisor treated him. He was constantly berated and talked down to, called boy, and all he would respond with was a pitiful 'yes sir'.

You all felt a little sorry for the new guy. At least, until you all started working with him. You didn't have much time to talk to him there once the supervisor dished out duties, but once everyone had time alone with him they learned he wasn't very bright. He was empty-headed, constantly forgetting what he was doing, needing to be reminded several times. It was a pain working with him.

A few of the crew had started treating him the same way, calling him boy, treating him like dirt. You hoped you wouldn't fall to their level, but each day working with him it became harder and harder. You were assigned to move some boxes with him, and from the start you could tell it would be an issue. He had already zoned out. It was like he couldn't think and act at the same time, completing a step and stopping, suddenly unable to remember what he'd been doing.

After each box moved, he'd look at you with a blank stare asking what to do next. You had to repeatedly tell him to grab another box and he'd walk off to do so. Occasionally you'd find him standing in front of the stack having arrived and forgotten again. You finally had enough and couldn't hold it in, whispering 'dumb boy' under your breath.

You didn't think he could hear it, but without warning he suddenly stood straight, pulling at the waistband of his jeans. In a moment his ass was exposed, his thick rear wrapped in a jockstrap. "I am a dumb boy" He responded, facing the wall of boxes. You looked him up and down, trying to figure out what was going on as he stood there vacantly like a toy. You felt yourself starting to get hard, and having thought the supervisor may have been gay, started to piece things together.