Mr Clark owns me. Simple.
I am Ben. A 24 year old muscle himbo. I used to be the school jock. The muscle boy that all the girls wanted. I don't know if I am straight any longer. Everything changed when Mr Clark employed me.
The change was gradual. Slow even. But it is undeniably my true place in life and I don't intend to ever forget my place again. My muscles are only of use working hard on display to real men. I know my status now. I understand my role in life.
I work full time for Mr Clark. I don't receive a wage. My flat and food are paid for directly by Mr Clark and I receive no additional money. I am not permitted cash. Good boys wait to be told how to spend their time. I have neither leisure nor needs that require money.
My flat is spartan. The basics. I am focused on my work for Mr Clark only. I don't have leisure time or options.
Mr Clark owns a small building firm. I work full time for him. Full time means that. Seven days a week. As many hours as helpful to him. In order to help him finish jobs. Often I can be permanently working until the job is done. I am useful in helping his profit margin. My purpose is to serve.
If I am working a regular day I will be picked up at 6am. I must be waiting outside so as not to keep him waiting. It's often cold but I always wear the same. Tight shorts. Boots without socks. Sleeveless t shirt with SLAVE motif. Padlocked chain around neck.
I work silently. I don't presume to be equal. I travel in the rear of his 4x4. I climb in after showing him my caged junk. He nods in satisfaction and I will be transported to the site for instructions.
Whenever feasible I work stark naked other than my sock less boots. Mr Clark says its better if I remember my place. The other guys are regular men and paid well for their acceptance of my place. They no doubt see me as a freak but they accept the benefits. I am good to look at with my muscles on display. I don't speak other than to acknowledge instructions and I am used as a working urinal to them. It makes their lives easier having a tea boy and a urinal fag.
They smirk at my tiny locked and shaved dick. They don't understand why a young good looking boy like me would live this way. But they are happy to take the benefits. I love working naked on full display. It's the way it must be.
Only Jake uses me. With Mr Clark's permission. I treat him as boss when Mr Clark isn't on site. During breaks, Jake uses me as his seat. I assume the position on all 4s and he sits on my naked back. It's natural hierarchy in action. I don't move or speak. Accept my place. And accept his used cigarette in my mouth when he's finished.
If we are working alone Jake also uses me in other ways. A casual fuck. Worshipping his work boots and socks with my mouth. Taking his spit and cum down my willing throat. I am glad to serve him.
I can often be left working long after the other guys have finished for the day. If a job needs completion. They don't need to chain my ankle as they do. But I of course accept it humbly and get on with my work. It's not unusual for me to be plastering in the middle of the night, chained alone.
The manual labour keeps my muscles good for Mr Clark. But when I am not working on site, I humbly know my place in the world.
Mr Clark lives with his husband in a smart penthouse apartment that reflects his successful lifestyle. They live a life of luxury.
I serve them most days of the week if I am not on manual labour duty. I walk to their apartment from work and commence my house duties.
I let myself in after stripping out of my work gear. I then commence my work schedule. I ensure that neither of them need anything that would distract them from their relaxation at home. Padding around naked and collared I ensure the absolute cleanliness of every room. I take care of their laundry and ironing. I tidy around them. Always silent and focused on not disturbing their leisure time. Seen but not heard.
When commanded I can spend more personal time with them. Footstool or foot warmer. I can spend hours in a ball on the floor with legs draped over my back. Personal urinal of course and also cock warmer before their sex. My mouth is used post their sex also to clean away any mess.
The house is spotless. If there is no service required at any given point then I am on display. I am displayed in the corner. A small pedestal on which I pose in fixed position. The spotlight above accentuating my muscles for their enjoyment.
I spend very little time in my flat. When I return after manual work then domestic service it's usually late. I eat my fixed protein meal - bland, basic and nutritional - shower then sleep. This is the only time of the day I am alone without protocol to follow. I often grab my package and sigh. Finger up my hole I gain a tiny amount of satisfaction. My tiny nub can never erect in its prison. Mr Clark says its better I accept boys like me serve dick. I don't need a cock myself as it would distract me from service. I know I must sacrifice and forget my selfish needs. I haven't cum for over 2 years now. In the company of any man I must adopt an attitude that I don't have a dick. My tiny button and blue balls are to be completely ignored.
However I also accept I can be used.
It's not unusual for one of Mr Clark's clients or for Jake to turn up. And my role as sex toy begins. A smiling, silent and muscular himbo working hard in the knowledge that he only exists to please his superiors.
