Chapter 1

It started innocently, as these things do. After a great evening with your mates in town you find yourself walking home from the station in the early hours. Desperately needing a piss you decide to take a shortcut through a neighbouring road only to find it closed off with orange plastic barriers. Holes dug all through it, “Bloody gas works!” you shout. Your urge to pee is now almost at breaking point as you spot a portacabin just on the other side of the barriers. Maybe there’s a portaloo round there too, you think. Moving the orange barrier aside you carefully make your way over to the portacabin. A quick search around it reveals no portaloo, but you do see two doors on the back of the container, trying the one on the left, it opens with ease revealing a small toilet cubicle!

Thanking your lucky stars you climb up inside and the door swings shut behind you. Fumbling for your phone, you turn on the torch and set it on top of the toilet, then you unzip your jeans and go about your business. The cubicle is cramped and small and the smell of workmen fills it, mud and tar infiltrating your nose as your breathe a sigh of relief. Looking down you see there’s even faint traces of mud on the seat. You zip up your jeans and then turn to look for a sink. Instead your turn smack bang into an orange hi viz jacket that was hanging on the back of the door. You jump in surprise and fall back onto the toilet, the jacket falling on top of you, covering your face and forcing more of that smell into your nose. You throw the jacket off you cursing. Standing you step on the jacket and lean push the door handle to get out, deciding you’ll just wash your hands when you get home. The door doesn’t budge.

You try it again, leaning all your weight on the door, your feet sliding on the hi viz jacket underneath them. The door still doesn’t budge, somehow it’s locked shut. “Shit!” you curse, wiping sweat from your brow, the small cubicle is getting very hot and the smell is getting stronger. You feel yourself getting frustrated and lash out at the door with a kick. It remains locked however another door to the side nudges open.

How did you not notice this earlier? Sighing you step off the jacket and pick it up and hang it back on the back of the locked door. Then you notice the state your hands are now in, they are filthy. Some of the mud and tarmac must’ve rubbed off onto them from the jacket. At least that’s what you hope it is, you raise your hand to your nose and give it a quick sniff. The strong smell fills your nose again and surprisingly you feel your cock perk up. You’ve never had this reaction before. You would normally go for the smart, suited guys. Never a work lad. In your giddy state you reach down and give your cock a quick grope through your jeans. A wave of pleasure hits you and you close your eyes for a moment, and then your realise what you’re doing and look down. Your phone torch showing that you’re just rubbed all that mud and tar over your nice blue jeans!

That’s it, time to get out of here. You pick up your phone from the top of the toilet and push open the door on the side, hoping it will somehow lead you out. Stepping through the door you find the opposite. The other room is a changing room, full of work gear. Orange hi viz boiler suits hanging off benches, Polo tops, trousers, and even boots. There are also hardhats and ear defenders, some of the stuff is just strewn on the floor and the smell of it is enough to make your head spin and your cock jump to attention. You try to ignore it as you close the door to the toilet and find the other doorway that leads back to the outside. You try the handle and feel the despair as you find that the door is also locked. You’re trapped in here! (See the room Click here)

The smell is still infiltrating your nose and your cock is now rubbing against your jeans. You find yourself turning round and walking back towards the benches. All of the gear surrounding you, your phone torch reflecting off the hi viz stripes, the logo for the gas company shining in your face. You bite your lip as you think, If you’re trapped in here you may as well have some fun. Your cock is clearly enjoying this, maybe it could be a new interest. You don’t even remember putting your phone down on one of the benches as you reach out and touch one of the long sleeve polo tops hanging up. It wouldn’t hurt to try it on, would it?

You feel yourself pulling off your t shirt and dropping it on the floor as your pick up the polo top. It’s a long sleeve with a few black marks on it, the gas company name printed on the back. Your cock fully in control, you slide your arms inside and down the sleeves. Then you lift it over your head and pull it on. The smell of sweat, mud and tarmac inside the top makes your head swim as you pull the top down, your head popping out the top. It settles on your shoulders and looking down you see that it fits your perfectly. No turning back now, you think as you find yourself slipping off your smart shoes. Your hands fumble as they undo your belt and you feel your jeans drop to your ankles. Your boxers are soaking with precum as your dick strains against them. you reach down and give it a quick rub. It feels so good! Stepping out of your jeans you spot a pair of trousers on the bench next to you. You pick them up and then sit down and slide your feet into them. The trousers match the top, a bright orange colour with hi viz stripes. You stand as you pull the trousers up to your waist, tucking in the polo top as you do them up. You look like the perfect workie now, as your cock is loving it. You sit back down on the bench, you breathe in the scent around you as you undo the trousers and pull out your cock, ready to have a good wank. But then you see lights under the doorway as a van pulls up outside.

You stand up in a panic, tucking your cock back into the trousers and doing them up. Here you are dressed in someone else work gear, if whoever has turned up thinks you’ve broken in then how will you explain this?! Unless, you don’t look like you’ve broken in. You quickly scoop up your clothes and shoes, looking for somewhere to hide them, you spot a bin bag in the corner full of rubbish. Seeing no choice your stuff your clothes inside and then sit back on the bench. Pulling out a pair of the rigger boots you shove your feet in and find them blocked. Cursing again you reach inside and pull out two wadded up socks. You hear someone fumbling with the lock and in a panic you pull off your socks, dropping them on the floor you tug on the socks from the boots. They are damp with sweat and you can feel grit between your toes but you don’t care. All you can think about is how you need to look the part. Socks on you shove your feet back into the boots and are just bending down to pick up your socks when the door opens and the van headlights flood in. You stand up with your socks in hand as two lads enter.

Both are dressed in head to toe hi viz like you. But they also have matching haircuts, buzzed short at the sides. Both are also staring at you with cocky grins on their faces, like they know what you’ve been doing. “Alright lads” you say as one of them walks towards you “I was working here earlier and realised I’d forgotten these”. You hold up your socks, realising what a crap lie it is but hoping that it will be enough for you to slip past them.

The lad stops in front of you, the smell from his clothes is really strong. You smile weakly as he puts his hand on your shoulder and forces you back onto the bench. “Oh no mate” he says “Don’t go yet”. The other lad kicks the door shut and comes over to you, “You haven’t finished yet” he says picking up your phone from the bench. “Listen lads” You start to say but your silenced as the one in front of you places his hand over your mouth and nose making a Shhhh noise. The smell from his had is enough to make your mind go hazy again and your cock shoots back up. “That’s it mate” he says to you in a low voice “Breathe it in, just relax”. You can’t move as his friend walks around you. He drops your phone into the bin and picks up a pair of ear defenders, They have a wire hanging down from the bottom of them, almost like headphones. He places them over your ears and then pulls out a small device from his pocket. As soon as the defenders snap on you can’t hear a thing, and can only watch as he plugs the cable into the device.

A smooth voice fills your ears, whispering subtly. Telling you to relax, You find yourself taking a deep breath, inhaling more of the lads scent from his hand. “It feels good to be a workie, to wear your uniform with pride, You love being one of the team, You love to follow orders. Love the smell of hard work, love your uniform. Obey all commands.” The voice plays right into your ears and you feel the lads hand come away from your face as you sit dazed and compliant. He stands in front of you and undoes his uniform trousers. Letting them fall as his hard cock springs free. No boxers, the musk of it mixing with that lovely smell of mud, tarmac and sweat. Your smell, the smell of a good workie.

Feeling the lads hands on your head you lean forward, wanting to inhale more of the musk, more of the smell. Your mouth falls open as he slides his cock in. The precum hitting your tounge, the sweet taste of precum mixed with mud. Perfect, you think. Your mind now totally lost, The only thing you crave is more of this, more workie. The voice keeps whispering in your ear, telling you to forget your old life, to let go of all hard responsibility. The company will look after you, Because you’re a good workie.

As you suck on the lads cock you feel your own uniform trousers being undone. Wait, your uniform? Your mind snaps back for a moment and then it corrects itself, Yes your uniform. You love your uniform and wear it with pride. You feel the other lad grabbing your cock and stroking it faster and faster as you suck on the cock in your mouth faster and faster. More and more of the workie precum leaking down your throat. Then you hear the voice telling you to cum and you do, shooting your load into the hands of the lad stroking your cock. You feel all of your old life leaving you as you do, your memories and old personality gone. and for a second it’s like your empty. Then the cock in your mouth tenses and you feel shot after shot of hot salty work cum shooting into your throat. Your new mind asserting itself as you remember working for the gas company day after day. Wearing your uniform with pride and being one of the lads. You sit back as your mate takes off the ear defenders. He tucks his cock back into his uniform trousers and then bends down to look at you. “You alright mate?” He asks. You shake the daze from your head “Yeah” you reply. You tuck your cock back into your trousers and take his hand as he helps you up. Your other crew mate is wiping his hand on some old rag from the bin. “Right boys, let’s get back to the house, Gaffer will want to give your hair a tidy up before the early start tomorrow” The lad says as they lead you out and into the van, off to your new life.