Chapter 1: Introduction
The kitchen faucet had been leaking for three whole days, drip-drip-dripping across Sammy's peaceful mornings. With his parents tight on money, calling a plumber wasn’t on the list of their priorities.
Sammy's parents had called a plumber and left some money for Sammy to pay him.
Sammy had just turned 18 the week before. Knowing the plumber was coming Sammy changed into something sexy and slutty just to add excitement to his life.
He wore a pair of tight, low-rise jeans that showed off his ass and a white tank top which highlighted his small nipples. That look was finished off with a pair of white socks and a pair of black converse all-stars. A light mist of cologne completed the image of the young twink.
The doorbell rang, and the twink opened the door to see a middle-aged man standing in front of him. The plumber was wearing a sleeveless vest which showed his fat stomach and a pair of tight blue jeans.
The man had a filthy beard and a tattoo on his arm. He looked rude and crude. His eyes raked over Sammy's young body, making him feel uncomfortable.
"You the one who called me, right?" the man asked, gruffly.
Sammy nodded, feeling his cheeks redden. "Yeah, um, come in," he stammered, stepping aside to let the plumber pass.
Sammy led him into the kitchen, feeling the dirty man's eyes on his exposed ass in his tiny jean shorts.
The plumber looked him up and down, and Sammy couldn't help but feel like an object under the man's gaze.
"So, uh, the sink," Sammy said, awkwardly.
The plumber just grunted and walked over to the sink, inspecting the leaking faucet. "Think I know what the problem is," he said.
Sammy watched as the man reached under the sink, his greasy hands fumbling with the pipes. "Like this, right?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Sammy nodded, feeling even more nervous. The plumber's hands continued to tinker under the sink, but Sammy couldn't help but stare at the man's bulging crotch.
"Why dont you be a dear and get me a glass of water while i work" the man grunted as he knelt before the sink.
Sammy nodded, and walked over to the cupboard, reaching for a glass. His ass swayed slightly as he bent, knowing full well the dirty man was admiring his youthful figure.
Sammy walked over to the plumber with the glass of water, and watched as the man took it from him, his eyes never leaving Sammy's ass.
The plumber took a long drink of water, the water fell from his mouth and onto his filthy vest.
"Hey kid, why don't you come a little closer, and tell me what's wrong with your faucet" the plumber said with a smirk.
Sammy hesitated for a moment, before taking a step closer to the plumber. The man's hand reached out, and grabbed Sammy's hip, pulling the twink towards him.
Sammy gasped, the touch of the dirty man's hand sent shivers down his spine.
"So uh, the pipe here has been leaking" Sammy explained as he felt the hand slip down his back to rest on his ass.
"Leaking huh?" the plumber asked, his rough hand squeezing Sammy's firm buttock, "We'll have to do something about that."
The man took his hand from Sammy and began to inspect the pipes. Sammy stood a few feet away watching.
He felt his cock begin to harden in his tight jeans as he observed the plumber, who seemed to be taking his time inspecting the pipes. The man's calloused hands roamed over the metallic surface, touching and squeezing, as if he were groping for something more.
Without warning, the plumber turned his head and examined the room. "You just turn 18?" he asked, gesturing to the birthday decorations on the walls.
Sammy nodded, feeling his cheeks redden again. The way the plumber was looking at him made him feel both nervous and excited.
"Perfect, 18 is the perfect age." The plumber smiled, going back to the pipes.
"Why don't you go fetch me some more tools, I left them in my truck parked outside." He said, knowing full well that Sammy could only think of one thing when he said 'tools'. "Sure," Sammy replied, almost stuttering, as he turned on his heel to go grab what the plumber needed.
Once outside, Sammy couldn't help but admit to himself that he was more than a little excited. The thought of being with an older man, someone with experience, was filling him with a kind of thrill he had never known before.
He walked out of the house and onto the quiet street, spotting the plumber’s truck parked outside.
When Sammy came back with the tools he saw the plumber standing by the fridge rooting inside.
The man was completely topless, exposing a fat beer belly with spraying back hair. The sight of the older man's bare chest made Sammy felt a rush of excitement surge through him.
"Ah, you're back," the plumber said, turning around and facing Sammy. "That was quick."
Sammy handed him the tools, his eyes wandering across the plumber's chest before settling on his crotch. He could see the outline of the plumber's thick cock straining against his tight jeans.
"What are you doing in the fridge?" Sammy asked.
"Dont you worry darling" The plumber responded, giving Sammy a quick slap on his ass.
"You're gonna help me with something much more interesting."
Sammy felt his whole body tremble at the plumber’s words. He knew that look in the plumber’s eyes, it was the same look all older men gave him when they wanted something from him.
Without warning, the plumber reached out and pulled Sammy in close, his rough hands gripping the young twink’s shoulders.
He forced Sammy to his knees by the sink and pushed his head under the sink.
"See the pipe there?" The plumber asked as he rested a hand on Sammy's ass.
Sammy nodded, feeling the heat of the man's body and the roughness of his experienced hands. He was overwhelmed with sensation, but still aware of the plumber's erection pressing into his side.
The plumber guided Sammy's head to the pipe he pointed at, and Sammy opened his mouth to inspect it. The plumber's hand never left his ass, his grip tightening and rubbing slowly as if he were about to tear the jeans right off Sammy's hips.
"When I say so, I want you to lick that pipe," the plumber commanded.
Sammy felt his heart race at the words, the anticipation of fulfilling the older man's request sending tingles through his whole body.
The plumber whispered something into Sammy's ear, and without hesitation, Sammy extended his tongue to the pipe which was already wet from the sink. The taste of rusty metal was a shock to his senses, but he kept going, swirling his tongue around the pipe.
He felt the plumber's hand slide over his ass, rubbing and caressing the denim-covered flesh. He could feel the bulge in the plumber's pants pressing against his side, yearning to be freed.
"That's a good boy," the plumber muttered, resting his hand on Sammy's tiny jean shorts. "You taste that?, that means its rusty."
The plumber grunted, squeezing Sammy's ass hard, pushing Sammy to take the pipe deeper into his mouth.
Sammy moaned in pleasure, feeling his own rock-hard erection pressing against the metal sink. The taste of rust and the feeling of the plumber's hand on his ass was making him wild.
He closed his eyes and continued licking the pipe, imagining it was the older man's cock he was servicing, instead of the cold metal. His mind raced with visions of being taken by the plumber in every way possible, making him even harder.
Then the plumber took his hands off him and stood up. Sammy suddenly came to his senses and stopped licking the pipe. He jumped up from under the sink, his face a deep red.
He didn't know why he was listening to this man, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to please him, to make him happy. And deep down, he also knew what he was hinting at.
"You got a real serious problem boy, all the pipes rusted through. Gonna need to rip it all out."
The plumber said with a grimace.
Sammy couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; he knew what that meant.
"I'll need an advance on the payment and ill have to bring in a whole crew later in the week, for now i can stop it leaking but it wont be cheap."
The plumber said with a sly grin.
Sammy felt his stomach drop. He knew his parents didn't have that kind of money, and he had wanted to keep the one hundred they had given him for the plumber.
"So your parents leave you some money to pay me?" The plumber asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sammy almost said yes. Because, well, he did. But something about the question dancing in the plumber's eyes made Sammy consider something: what if he could pocket this cash and just work off the bill?
"No they didnt, but we really need it fixed." Sammy said his eyes dropping to the floor.
The plumber watched him for a moment, his eyes narrowed. Then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed Sammy's chin, forcing the young boy to look at him.
"Listen here," he growled. "Your parents may not have left enough for me, but I'm not about to work for free. You're going to have to make it worth my while."
Sammy felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew what the plumber was suggesting. And while a part of him was scared, another part of him was excited.
This fat, dirty, middle aged plumber was making Sammy very horny.
He wanted the man to just take control, to treat him like a slut. He could feel his tight jeans chafing against his rock-hard cock, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
"You're gonna have to work off the advance and get the money to me later." The plumber smiled, gripping Sammy's feminine face.
"Im sure i can arrange something" Sammy stammered.
"I knew you'd see it my way, sweetheart."
He released his grip, stepping closer to Sammy, close enough so the young boy could feel the heat of the man's breath on his face.
Suddenly with both hands the plumber reached out and ripped Sammy's tight white t-shirt right down the middle.
Leaving his smooth chest bare and pink nipples exposed.
"Hey!" Sammy yelped, taken aback for a brief moment.
But his fear quickly turned to anticipation, as the plumber let out a lustful growl and immediately cupped both of Sammy's peachy round buttocks with greasy hands.
The plumber's fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading it roughly as he pulled the young man closer.
"Fuck, you're a cute little slut, ain't you?" The plumber sneered, as spittle flew from his lips and hit Sammy's cheek. "Tell me, how bad do you want this?"
Before Sammy could answer, the plumber roughly grabbed the hems of his tiny jean shorts and lifted Sammy by them.
Sammy gasped as his feet left the ground, his legs kicking in the air.
The plumber then tossed Sammy onto the counter, sending a jolt of pain through Sammy's back. The older man smacked his own thighs, causing his fat belly to jiggle, as he moved closer to Sammy.
The lust in the plumber's eyes was nothing compared to the dark hunger that was boiling beneath the surface, like a predator stalking its prey.
"How bad do you want it, slut?" the plumber growled again, as he towered above Sammy.
Sammy's heart raced with excitement, his cock throbbing in his tight jeans. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill that was rushing through him.
"I-I want it," Sammy stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
It was all the plumber needed to hear.
He reached down, grabbing the hem of Sammy’s jeans and tugged them down, taking his underwear along with them. Sammy’s hard cock sprang free, slapping against his belly.
The plumber let out a low whistle as he surveyed Sammy’s pale, slender body. “Look at you, all spread out for me,” he said, his eyes greedy with desire. “You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
Sammy blushed at the words, but he couldn’t deny the truth in them.
He was a slut, and he loved it. He loved feeling dirty and used, loved the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy.
Sammy was completely naked now but for his white sneakers.
The plumber's eyes roamed over his smooth skin, taking in the curve of his hips, the firmness of his ass. Sammy couldn't help but feel exposed under the man's gaze, but at the same time, he felt a thrill run through him.
The plumber reached out, running a calloused hand over Sammy's chest, tweaking one of his sensitive nipples between his fingers. Sammy gasped, his back arching as the plumber continued to touch him, his hands wandering down to Sammy's hips.
Suddenly the plumber then grabbed Sammy by the arm and pulled him into the bathroom. Sammy was thrown to the ground, jolting by surprise. Sammy guessed he liked it ROUGH. Then, the plumber took Sammy's head and he realized what he was doing: dragging him to the toilet.
Without hesitation, the plumber pushed Sammy's head straight into the toilet bowl.
"Drink it," he growled.
Sammy hesitated for a moment, breathing in the musty smell of the dirty toilet. But something about the plumber's tone made his heart race. Was he really supposed to drink the toilet water?
Before he could even finish the thought, the plumber dunked his head. He ignored Sammy's shaking and dunked his head into the toilet, leaving it in there for what was probably just seconds but felt like minutes. He did this quite a few times, turning Sammy on more and more as they went.
The plumber finally let him up, gasping and panting. Sammy's face was red, and his eyes were watery. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, but at the same time, he felt a new wave of excitement surge through him.
"You like that, don't you?" the plumber sneered, taking a step back to admire his work. "Just like a little slut, drinking down all that dirty water."
Sammy nodded, unable to speak, still recovering from the shock of what just happened.
The plumber smirked, before pushing him back down against the toilet lid.
"But don't worry" the plumber cooed "your gonna get rid of that dirty taste right away."
And with that, he undid his dirty work pants, letting them drop to the ground.
Framed by the grimy, ripped edges of his boxers was a monstrous shaft of meat. It was long, thick, and uncut - the likes of which Sammy had never seen.
The moment was surreal.
The fat, dirty plumber's cock was swinging in front of Sammy's face. He could smell the musky, earthy smell of the man's sweat mixed with the stench of the toilet. Sammy couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over him. He had never taken a cock that big before, and the thought of having it shoved down his throat was more than a little daunting.
But he was also incredibly turned on.
The thought of servicing this filthy man, this coarse and cruel stranger who had commandeered his home and his body, sent a surge of pleasure shooting straight to his cock. He couldn't help himself; he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the base of the plumber's shaft, pumping it slowly and deliberately.
"Fuck, yeah," the plumber groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as Sammy began to work his magic. "Goddamn, that feels good, you little slut."
Sammy didn't hesitate.
He opened his mouth wide and took the plumber's cock inside, inch by agonizing inch. The taste of sweat and dirt filled his mouth, but he didn't care. He had never felt so alive, so wanted.
The plumber's hands gripped Sammy's head, holding him in place as he began to thrust. Sammy struggled to breathe as the thick cock filled his throat, but he didn't resist. He wanted this, needed it even.
The feeling of being submissive, of being treated like a mindless object was something that Sammy couldn't deny. And the plumber was only too happy to oblige.
The older man's balls slapped against Sammy's chin as he fucked his face with wild abandon, grunting with each thrust. Sammy could feel the man's cock twitching in his throat, knew that he was close.
But he didn't want it to end yet. He wanted to feel this feeling for as long as possible, this intense sensation of being completely dominated.
The plumber's hips slammed into Sammy's face over and over again as he face-fucked him like he was nothing but a slab of meat.
And Sammy loved it.
He loved the way the plumber's cock throbbed and twitched in his throat, loved the way his spit dripped down his chin and onto his bare chest.
He loved the way the plumber's balls tightened and contracted, knew that he was about to cum.
And the thought of the man dumping his load down Sammy's throat was almost too much to bear.
With one final, brutal thrust, the plumber let out a primal roar as he emptied his balls down Sammy's throat. Sammy could feel the hot jizz filling his mouth, spilling over the sides of his lips and down his chin. He struggled to swallow it all, but the plumber didn't give him a chance to breathe.
He keptSammy's head pinned to his crotch, pumping every last drop of cum down his throat.
Sammy coughed and spluttered but he didn't resist, he swallowed everything the plumber gave him, submissively taking it.
Finally, the man pulled out, leaving Sammy's throat aching and his eyes watery. "Good boy," the plumber said, messily wiping his cock on Sammy's blond hair, leaving a sticky residue.
Sammy looked up at him, his lips raw from the forceful thrusts and his face covered in a mixture of sweat, spit, and cum.
He struggled to catch his breath, but the plumber's grip on his hair kept him upright, even as his legs threatened to give out from under him.
Sammy was struggling to swallow the plumbers cum as more dripped down his chin.
The plumber let go of Sammy's hair and stepped back, leaving him to catch his breath.
"Your mouth covers the call out charge for today. Ill need it again as well as your ass and the cash for the job, ill be back with my crew later in the week." The plumber said as he did up his trousers.
Sammy's throat was sore, and his jaw ached, but there was a sense of satisfaction that washed over him. He was still licking his mouth clean, naked on his knees when he saw the plumber had his phone out and was pointing it at him.
"Smile pretty boy, i need this picture for my records and the boys back at the office." the plumber growled as he took a picture of the scene, Sammy's vulnerable form, his swollen lips and cum covered face.
Sammy blushed at the humiliation but felt the stirring of arousal again, he couldn't help it, the authority and rudeness of this man turned him on.
"Hey, you cant, delete that." sammy argued meekly.
But the plumber had already turned his back and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Sammy alone in the dimly lit room.
Sammy sat on the cold hard tiles, his legs spread open as he struggled to digest what had just happened. His body felt numb, his mind was in a whirlwind.
He glanced up at the mirror, the reflection showed his swollen lips, a mixture of spit, sweat, and cum dripped from his chin. His bright blue eyes had a dazed look, and his blond hair was disheveled.
He ran a hand over his face, feeling the residue of the plumber's semen still sticky on his skin. His mind was racing with a mix of emotions - shame, excitement, confusion, and arousal.
After a few minutes Sammy had regained his composure and went to the kitchen. The plumber had already left.
Sammy was left standing in the kitchen, feeling dazed and confused. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened in the bathroom. He was still naked, his skin sticky and covered in the plumber's cum.
Sammy's knees were weak and his cock was still hard. He looked around the kitchen, feeling lost and alone. He didn't know what to do or where to go. All he knew was that he wanted more.
He wanted to feel the plumber's rough hands on his body, his thick cock inside of him.
He reached for his tiny denim shorts and slid them back on.
His cock was still hard, straining against the fabric. He couldn't believe the effect this man had on him. He had never felt this way before, this combination of shame and excitement. It was wrong, it was filthy, but it was also the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
He reached into his pocket and a pang of disappointment filled him. The 100 dollars, his parents had given him was gone.
All he had left was lint and the memory of the plumber's cock deep in his throat.
He glanced down and saw his shorts, jeans, and tight t-shirt strewn on the floor, his white sneakers still on.
He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, as he picked up the pieces of his clothing. His nipples hardened in the cool morning air and he became aware of his own scent.
Sammy couldn’t help himself, the thought of the rude, greasy plumber with filthy hands and an even dirtier mind filled him with excitement.