NSFW–Owned by the Contractor Pt 4

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 4

Chad

kisspng-electronic-sports-league-of-legends-osu-counter-l-5af58446033425.6911762315260396220131The wide—really muscled guy—backed out of the room.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I’d forgotten about the kitchen stuff. Fucking workers. And three of them. What the hell had I been thinking falling asleep with my ass in the air out in the open?

My cock twitched. Oh, hell no. As much as it had the makings of a porn, I was in real life, and that kind of stupid shit didn’t happen. Also, I’d come downstairs with no clothes, and I didn’t want to dash through down the hall, through the foyer, and up three flights of stairs with a fucking boner leading the way.

Man of the house. That’s the term Dad had used. It was my house and if I wanted to sleep naked in the den, it was just fine. I straightened my spine and raised my head. I could handle it.

I stood, ready to take on the day. And noticed the pink head of my dildo sticking out from under one of the couch cushions. My spine lost it’s rigidity and any chance of getting hard died.

What had they seen?

And, the porn. Fuck.

The television lay flat against the same wall as the door. Maybe they hadn’t seen what kind of porn it had been. The whole incident had seemed to take a million years instead of the split second of panic, and I was pretty sure it had been on a part where a dude was just grunting. Maybe they wouldn’t connect it to gay porn. I mean, straight men grunted during sex, right? I’d seen Straight Dudes Go Gay—all three-hundred eighty four episodes—and those guys grunted.

I couldn’t run upstairs holding a nine-inch flopping plastic cock. I could palm the tiny vibrator, but didn’t even want to take that chance, so I hid them both in the den so I could put them away after the guys left. Or, maybe use them again and just make sure I made it back upstairs before morning.

I bolted upstairs. It seemed like I was running a marathon. Living in a huge house had always been great, until right then.

The first thing I did was grab my pants and yank them up, just in case one of the workers came looking for me. The second was turning on my gaming console where I spent the next two hours.

Eventually, after joining my team and freeing an alien planet from tyranny, I worked up the courage to go down and see how the guys were doing.

Head high. Man of the house.

Still a little high on my victory, I repeated that as a mantra. One phrase on each stair as I descended.

Head high.

I stepped into the kitchen. And my confidence evaporated.

“Hey, kid.” The biggest of the guys said from underneath the sink.

I lowered my head. “Hi.”

“My name’s Tom.” He put his pipe wrench down and pushed himself up.

He held out his massive hand, and I looked up.

kisspng-countertop-kitchen-cabinetry-cuisine-classique-bat-kitchen-counter-5b4dd9cf7f2e23.1787607415318286875209I’d thought my panic had made him seem bigger than he actually was. Nope. He was as massive as I remembered.

His huge hand wrapped around mine, and his thick arms stuck out of his short sleeves, bulging like the muscles underneath were just too much for his skin to handle. A few dark hairs stuck over the neck of his tight, strained t-shirt as it danced over his chest. It matched the color of his close cropped hair and couple day’s growth of beard.

When he released my hand, it took a few seconds for me to remember to pull it back.

“So, kid…” Tom said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Is your mom going to be back later today? Maybe tomorrow—at the latest?”

“Uh,” I said eloquently.

It must have had enough of a negative inflection that he got the meaning. His jaw tightened and he cut his eyes toward the other guys who’d come to stand beside him.

He saw me glancing at the other men. He nodded toward the blond guy who was about the same size. “Sorry. That’s Owen. And this here guy’s Emilio.”

The shorter man had tanned skin that made his green eyes stand out. He wasn’t as large, but from what I could see, he was just as in shape. I figured they used him to get into small places they couldn’t.

I nodded to both men and looked back at the floor. My manufactured confidence from earlier had completely evaporated.

“Your mom?” Tom asked again.

“A week. She’s with my dad. Out of town until Saturday night… maybe Sunday.” I glanced up, trying to see his face without raising my head and looking straight at him.

Tom’s face slowly darkened, and Owen’s mouth hung open. Jose raised an eyebrow and smirked at them.

“Dude?” Jose asked.

“Shut up, Jose.” Tom’s shoulders slumped. “I’m telling you, we’re not lying, man. It’s just like I told you.”

Jose shook his head and went back to pulling the backsplash off the wall over the sink.

“We’ll just have to wait… that’s all.” Tom turned back to me. “Thanks, kid. You gonna be around in case we have any questions?”

That he seemed to be treating me like an adult unfroze me. I nodded. “Yes, sir.” I’d meant that to sound like a breezy yeah, not like I was in the principal’s office.

He chuckled sadly. “Cool. Enjoy… well, whatever you’re going to do with the rest of your day.” He winked and I shrank two feet as the memory of my masturbatorium.

“Thanks.” I managed a weak grin and made a bee-line out of the kitchen. As soon as I was out, I slumped against the wall and tried to collect myself.

“God dammit.” Owen’s voice echoed out of the kitchen.

I hated that they were so disappointed to see me. I mean, yeah, Mom was pretty and all—I guess they liked looking at her. Most guys do.

But, then something Tom had said slapped me in the face. He’d been naked in the house a lot? What did that mean? Then I completely forgot to worry about it, because I was picturing him naked.

“I know, man.” Tom sounded disappointed. “I saved this up all weekend. At this point, I could fuck a fence post.”

Jose laughed. “I knew you guys were exaggerating.”

“Dude, I’m telling you…” Owen trailed off.

“God dammit,” Tom repeated. “Hell, I’m so fucking horny. I can’t even lie, even that kid’s naked ass looked good.”

My breath caught.

The guys in the kitchen went silent and footsteps headed toward the door. I bolted upstairs.

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