Owned by Contractors

Chad's mom and dad are called out of town, and he's left in charge of the workmen who are there to remodel their kitchen. When they walk in Monday morning and find him passed out in the den with gay porn playing, he realizes he's in for a long week.

From the owner of the company down to the poolboy, Chad has his hands full. And, what will his best friend do when he walks in and finds out what's going on?

Exerpt from Day One

Owen’s eyes didn’t leave Chad’s face as he unzipped his pants and reached inside.

Chad broke eye contact and watched as the construction worker hauled his cock out, letting the semi flop across his jeans. It slowly filled out, moving a tiny bit ever second.

“It wants you, kid.”

Chad couldn’t look away.

“Now, you decide, once and for all, whether you want it or not."

He wanted it… more than anything else he’d ever wanted. He took a few steps forward.

“You sure?” Owen asked. “You hand me that phone, I own you for the rest of the week. Mouth, ass, everything.” His cock was hard and pulsing by then, beckoning.

Chad wanted to lick it, worship it… the last few steps were a lot easier than he thought they’d be.

Owen smiled and took the phone. “Code?”

With both his hands free, Chad covered his hard cock and croaked out the numbers of Jace’s birthday.

Owen tapped the screen and nodded, satisfied. But, then he started tapping again.

“What are you looking for?” Chad asked, panicking.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

Owen looked up expectantly.

“Sir,” he added.

The phone shook as the construction worker tapped away. Finally he smiled and held the phone up. “Turn around and bend over.”

Chad shuffled his feet until he faced away and bent, exposing his hole.

“Pull the cheeks apart.”

He put his hands on his ass and pullet the cheeks apart.

“Good. Now leave your hands there and turn back around.”

Chad straightened up and turned, unable to cover his throbbing cock that pointed straight up in the air.

Still holding up the phone, Owen said, “Now, come here and kneel in front of me.”

Now we’re getting somewhere, Chad thought.

He lowered to the floor between Owen’s spread legs.

“Keep you hands behind you. Stick out your tongue and lean in.”

Chad leaned forward. His dick was so hard it ached.

“Don’t lick… just touch it.”

What the fuck’s he up to? The tip of his tongue touched the warm, smooth erection. The skin felt so good he couldn’t help moaning.

“Nice,” Owen said, setting the phone on the cushion beside him. “Now go sit in the chair by the door.”