Fiction by : Rust
Illustration : Mancerbear
I’m getting harder with each step I take. Yeah? You getting off on this? You just keep watching me, Grunt... My dick is aching in my pants, my swollen nuts roll back and forth with each step my boots make in the gravel. I’m looking him dead-on as I approach, but he’s still too scared to look directly back. He knows I’m the Boss, he instinctively bends with his shovel when I pass. He dutifully scoops up a load of construction debris and chucks it in the wheel-harrow. That’s what he’s paid to do. I liked the way he bent for that scoop. With that movement, it was like he’d bowed before me. Yup, you know who’s the pack-leader around here, doncha Pup?
I didn’t shut the door completely; I deliberately left it ajar. I know he hasn’t got the guts to step up and inside with me. But I know he wants to. It’s hot today, I can smell the sharp animal scent of other men when I step into the portable toilet. And I smell my own dick too when I skin it back. I aim my stiff meat just so; I want this piss to be loud. I know he’s less than ten feet away. I want him to hear it. I want him to think of me standing here holding my cock, I want him to see it in his mind. With a grunt, I let go. I unintentionally cut a fart too at the same time, but I’m kinda glad. Ya heard that Boy, didn’t ya? That’s my hairy ass talking to you... My whizz hits in halting spurts, I’m hard and jacking it all throughout. Taking my time. Giving it to him nice and slow. I cock my head and listen sharply. I don’t hear his shovel, I knew I wouldn’t. I know he’s frozen breathless out there, sucking every sound into his strained ears.
