Contractor Work

Frank was contracted for a construction job, meeting the gm early to get the details. He was stuck in that meeting for over an hour, listening to the gm drone on and on. He lost focus, only to come back when the gm was finished saying that was all. Frank looked around, feeling a little woozy, before thanking the GM and getting up to head out. He was surprised to find his legs tired from sitting for so long, but shrugged it off.

As he stepped outside the trailer he felt a breeze in his nether regions along with something else cold and wet in his ass. He looked down to find he wasn't wearing anything down there. He furrowed his brow. He felt something was off, that something should have been wrong, but nothing immediately came to mind. Hadn't he worn pants that morning? He shrugged, figuring he had just forgotten, and continued back to his truck without another thought.

As he made it back to his vehicle, he grew confused. He knew he had been told what he would be doing, but for some reason he couldn't remember. It felt like there was a strange voidness in his head, as if something in his brain had switched off. He didn't remember why he hadn't asked the gm for the details again, but figured he'd remember eventually, deciding to stand up against the vehicle and wait for his memory to return.

He watchead as other vehicles began to arrive, the usual workforce getting out and a few approaching him.

"You the contractor?" They asked, eyeing the piece of meat before them as if they already knew the answer.

"Yessir" Frank said, smiling as one approached.

"The GM picked you well" He said, placing their hands on Frank's waist and turning him against the car.

Nerves were firing off in Frank's head that somethign was wrong, but nothing was responding. He knew he should have reacted, should have pushed them back, should have realized they were wearing pants and he wasn't, but it was like his body didn't care, part of his mind no longer in control.

Frank felt his heart beating faster, realizing the criticality of the situation as he felt the man's weight pressing against him. Frank couldn't react. He had a job to do. He felt the cock finally slip into his exposed rear forcing a moan from his mouth, turned into just another bottom bitch used to reward the company for their hard work.

By the end of the day, Frank was filled with at least one load from each man of the company. His body was left limp against the hood of his car as a stream of cum leaked from his ass, forming a puddle on the ground beneath him. The GM made a note, remembering the next time his crew did well to hire the same man.