#body odor

I just finished lifting ☑️

Maybe you could write a story of the young apprentice mechanic , at first didn't like wearing gear and overalls , didn't like getting dirty covered in oil and grease , but who eventually just can't help himself and just becomes obsessed with gear and filth

Tusan tack.....Claasman

Hej! I gave it a try and wrote a story about it hope you enjoy! (I know some images aren’t mechanics, but I couldn’t find better ones)

The Apprenticeship 

When Jamie started his apprenticeship at the auto shop, he hated everything about it. The overalls were too heavy, the gloves stuck to his skin, and the smell of burnt oil clung to his hair no matter how hard he scrubbed. He’d wrinkle his nose every morning, stepping into the workshop like it was another planet. The older mechanic, Russ, just laughed. “Give it a month,” he’d say, hands black with years of work. “You’ll start craving it.”

Jamie doubted that. He’d grown up clean with smooth hands, pressed shirts, the kind of kid who’d wipe his shoes twice before coming inside. But the job paid, and he needed every cent for his college fund. Russ had promised to teach him “for real,” whatever that meant.

Jamie flinched every time a wrench slipped and scraped his knuckles. Every smear of oil felt gross. Russ noticed it and started his plan. “You’re getting there soon,” he said one day, clapping him on the shoulder. “You stop caring about staying clean when you start caring about doing it right.” Jamie didn’t think of it more than usual it was just normal workplace chatter, but he was wrong.

Small changes gradually started to enter his life. One morning, when Jamie came to work ready to change into work attire, he found his work pants and T-shirt being swapped for a dirty, oil-stained coverall. Of course, Jamie was confused where his clothes had gone, but he didn’t really have any other choice than to wear the overall, unless he wanted to dirty up his own clothes. Jamie emerged from the locker room and was quickly greeted by Russ. “Looking good, boy! The first step into doing it right is to actually wear the right clothes.” Jamie was annoyed and asked, “Where is my stuff then?” Russ answered, “I don’t know what you're talking about, but I sure hope you enjoy wearing my greased coverall.”

Jamie shivered at the thought of all the grease, but he still went on about his day, doing the tedious tasks that somehow felt faster this day. Soon enough, the workday was over, and Jamie headed back into the locker room to change back into his ordinary clothes. “God, I stink. Did I really get this dirty today? I really need a good shower when I come home,” Jamie thought, quickly changing and heading home. Later that same evening, after Jamie's shower, he couldn't help but still pick up that same musky smell. Of course, he was confused since he'd just showered, but the coverall’s musk had somehow penetrated deeply into his body, him emitting the stink like it was his to begin with. Unbeknownst to him, this was all part of Russ' plan to finally make this clean-cut, white-collar kid into a real working man.

The morning after, when Jamie woke up, he felt the bedsheets being stale from sweat, and again he stunk, but he’d actually gotten used to his scent. Jamie, who used to have a middle part and blonde hair, was met in the bathroom mirror with greasy hair, not his once pristine middle part, and an overgrown buzzcut. His blonde hair had also seemed to darken, taking on the same color as spilled oil on the garage floor. Regardless of all these changes, Jamie thought nothing of it it was for him like it had always been like that.

Later that morning, when he arrived at the garage, he hurried to get dressed in “his” dirty coverall, but Russ had other plans. He had already arrived and was dressed. He held an open bottle of ethanol and “accidentally” bumped into Jamie on his way out the door, thus spilling it all over Jamie. Jamie, of course, got drenched just when he was in only undies and socks. How could he work now? “Oh, I'm so sorry, boy! But you must hurry out of these wet rags. You know ethanol ain’t safe for the skin, and it's a hell of a safety risk going out there covered with highly flammable liquids” Russ said. Luckily, Russ offered Jamie some spare clothes, these being some not-so-clean white socks that were yellowed and darkened at the soles. The socks dangled in front of Jamie's face, and the stench he was hit with was rancid. “Ain’t had time to wash these, but they’ll do.” Jamie also got a pair of boxers.

He was left alone in the locker room to get dressed. While putting on the loaned boxers, he found them also not clean… signs of use could be seen by the stains, and these stunk as well. Having no choice, Jamie put them on, the stains feeling greasy against his junk, and the socks feeling slippery because of all the dirt. Jamie smelled and felt like a pig his once clean life felt so distant when he stood here, covered in stains and grease. He continued to get dressed, putting on his coverall and new boots. Russ had apparently left a pair of shiny black wellies for him to use. “I guess they're easier to clean?”

During the workday, Jamie couldn't shake off this sudden horniness. He kept getting hard by any friction, and when in crouched positions, it only worsened. Finally, he came in his boxers, this making him even dirtier and him feeling better the feeling vanishing instantly.

Oh, poor Jamie, how could he have known that this was all part of Russ's plan? Russ came from a family of men with widely different careers and talents, but every one having the same gift in common, the gift of reality warping. Each word and act towards Jamie was him bending the boy into the perfect workie. Soon he’d be done, and by Jamie cumming, he secured the changes; there was no turning back now.

Jamie had a brand new iPhone, and when he first started the apprenticeship, he'd show it off, taking pictures. But now, when he was ready to leave for the day, he felt into his pocket, finding a beat-up Samsung phone instead. The screen cracked, but this phone was perfect for a working mechanic like himself, right? The thought of it feeling wrong lingered in Jamie before it vanished; this being the normal. He didn’t have the money for a brand new phone, and why risk it getting trashed in the shop anyway? 

Jamie's alterations were soon coming to an and and later that night Jamie fell asleep, with one thing on his mind, Russ.

“Time to see my boy become a man, Jim the dim.” In Jamie's sleep, his legs lengthened and grew in size, leaving him with sturdy legs, his feet widened, and its musk only amping up. The changes didn't stop there; no, it spread upwards. Jamie's once lean frame filled out with muscle and fat, leaving him with a dadbod. His arms swelled, and his hands squared out. Jamie's fingers calloused, and his nails darkened with dirt. The young boy gradually was turning into a bigger man. Jamie's face squared out, and his face matured. The last change was Jamie's body, which quickly was covered in a tuft of hair, his pits filling out with greasy and stinky hair, his treasure trail growing in. No surface left untouched by hair. Jamie wasn't the same 21-year-old anymore; no, now he was 34 years old, not the brightest bulb… his colleagues calling him Dim-Jim. Jim woke up with a jolt he'd heard Russ’s voice in his dream. Something was different, but Jim didn't think much of it.

During the workday, Russ kept catching Jim huffing his pits and stroking his crotch. He also saw Jim sniffing his wellies. “A success,” Russ thought. He'd successfully turned the boy. Getting back into the locker room, Jim didn’t notice how his pristine clothes he'd once worn now were swapped to dirty, beat-up clothes his clean jeans now crust-grey sweats, his white sneakers now muddy boots, and a cap to top it all off. His car had also undergone some changes; gone was his Mercedes, and instead he found the key to a pickup.

Jim went out to the parking lot for the staff and jumped in the driver's seat. The car was messy, dirty gear everywhere, spare parts, and tools. The truck stunk of old food and BO.

Coming home to his apartment, he had driven elsewhere. He'd used to live at the nicer side of town, but now… well, he lived in a cheap condo. The interior reflected who Jim was now beer cans and Asian sides tossed on the floor. The place just as messy as his truck and his gear… but he liked it like that, right? He’d get aroused by the smell of musk, and his own feet made him hard. His wardrobe had certainly seen a shift all the clean and ironed shirts were swapped with stained workwear and athleisure. Sports gear was now his downtown uniform, and when he wasn’t working at the shop, you'd catch him in sweats and some type of gym shirt. Jim didn’t even own a washing machine. Why would he need that anyway? Jim loved the dirty grease anyway.

A few weeks had gone since Jim started his apprenticeship, and oh boy, had he changed. The coveralls didn’t just hang loose on him anymore. No, he proudly wore the greasiest one. His hands toughened and his mind dimmed. The smell of oil and metal wasn’t so bad after all, and the smell of sweat, feet, and hard work was definitely not bad!

“You coming to serve my body, getting in my musk, Dim-Jim?” Russ barked, Jim now following Russ' command like a dog. He loved his musk.

Frank had just finished college and school. He got all A* in his GCSEs and several A-Levels from his college classes. His teachers always told him he was a bright lad, with a great future ahead of him. He planned to go off to university in London. But his plans changed as he began talking to his online master. See, Frank was a very kinky lad, at 18 he already knew he was a bottom and very submissive. He was meeting with men just to be used, and enjoying overall being a pig in the bedroom. In his talks with his master (a man he did not even know the name of, other than his online alias of "Master Malcolm"). He learned about chastity and ownership. With Master Malcolm telling Frank about all the men he has under his control, workers, staff, trainees, anything.

Malcolm was a CEO and lawyer, he ran the largest Law firm in Birmingham, thousands of employees and men working for him. But some of those men are just "toys" for Malcolm to play with. Malcolm found that with his position in life he could make men do pretty much anything he wanted. Thousands of men begged Malcolm to own them. His Twitter account gained almost 1 million followers and his OF averaging at about 10k active members. He was getting £100k a month from OF and donations alone. Not including tributes or additional content viewers paid extra for. Malcolm did not need any extra income, with his OF and CEO job (his job giving him almost billions) he just did it for fun. Making other men suffer turned him on. And he has the cash spare to indulge in his sadistic pleasures.

Frank learned a lot, he had only turned 18 six months ago, and was sending cash from his weekend jobs straight to Malcolm. Every time he sent, Frank jerked off, but only after gaining permission from Malcolm. Frank was one month away from starting University, his place secure and ready for him to arrive. But Malcolm had another idea, offering Frank a place to work for him. Malcolm bought a few companies with his cash, nobody batting an eye since he is and elite business man. He bought most public services, public busses, trains, cleaning, construction, refuse services. All under control of Malcolm. With his power in the city, Malcolm pretty much owned most of Birmingham. And all his services worked like clockwork. Perfect service in every way, he turned Birmingham into a beacon of productivity. The city was clean, people's lives improved and his staff were all provided housing and amenities, people view him as a great and ethical boss.

Frank looked down at the message from Malcolm...

"I have a proposal to you Frank, you can work for one of my companies in a position I choose for you, I will take my cut of pay from you straight from your paycheck, and have total control of your bank accounts and work life. You will stay in one of my apartments reserved for my workers, and will be completely owned by me as a service slave. If you agree, this will be the last choice you will ever decide without my permission. I will send the paperwork for you to sign as well as everything else you will need for your new life. Oh... And you will be given a completely new name and basically be deleted from society as if you never existed, when you agree and move to Birmingham you will never have any communication with anyone but me and who I decide. Have a think about it, I don't offer this to everyone, you're lucky. Send me your response in the morning. ~Malcolm"

Frank looked at the text, his boner rock hard in his pants. He wanted this so bad. But what would his family and friends think. He thought to himself. But it's his life and he has to live it how he wants. He went to sleep hard, not jerking since he doesn't have permission. Dreaming about a life of service to his hot master he has admired for so long. About the job he could get... Lawyer... Doctor... A CEO like Malcolm. Frank set his hopes high, not knowing the plan Malcolm had in store for him.

The morning came, and Frank woke up to his alarm, he didn't have work today so he laid in bed a while, opening his phone to another text from Malcolm...

"So what do you think lad? A whole new life working for me? Or do you wanna go to University?"

Frank rubbed his tired eyes, and started to type back...

"Thank you for your opportunity Sir... I would" Frank paused for a moment trying to think in the morning fog of just awakening, his boner still hard as a rock. Instead of thinking with his head, he thought with his cock... "I would like to accept and work for you Sir!" He finished the text and sent it. Placing the phone on his chest and waited for the response...

"Good lad. I knew you would accept... I'm sending a few packages to your house with your uniform and documents to send back. From this day forward I own you. Enjoy your last day of freedom, go out and enjoy it, tomorrow your new life starts."

Franks 18 year old cock bounced and he couldn't help but jerk off. Busting a large load on his exposed skinny abs. He didn't have permission but did it anyways. He started to clean up and get ready for the day. He spent it like no other, going to get some breakfast from the local cafe. Checking out the hot barista. Then going down to sit on the peer. Looking out at the sea not knowing when he would be able to again. He walked around the town, and spotted some friends. Telling them that he accepted a "business proposal" and planned to move very soon. They congratulated him, and they enjoyed the evening, having a drink at a local gay club. Frank tried to pay for his drink, but his card declined, his friends paid for it and they enjoyed the night. At home Frank noticed a message from Malcolm...

"I deactivated your bank accounts, so your card will be unusable until you get the one I send you. Also, I know about your morning jerk off... You didn't ask for permission, there will be something in your parcel to prevent any more 'misunderstandings'. Get some rest, you have a long day tomorrow… the parcels will arrive at 7am, make sure you're up for them"

Frank looked around his room trying to find out how he knows about his jerk off. But Malcolm owns half of Birmingham... He could have done anything, sent a guy to spy on Frank or set up hidden cameras... Either way he got caught and his punishment is on the way. Frank got a hot shower, and laid in his bed getting straight to sleep.

The next day Frank woke to the sound of banging on his front door... It was the parcels Malcolm had sent. He rushed out and grabbed them from the handsome delivery driver. Looking the man up and down as he walked out of his garden, seeing his ass jiggle in his tight delivery uniform. Rushing back to his room, Frank laid the boxes down. All numbered. As if by magic Frank's phone started to ring... It was Malcolm...

"hello Frank... This is an automated message so there is no need to respond. You will open box number 1, this box is the paperwork for me to be your legal guardian and own you completely and fully until the end of your work contract. Your work contract must also be signed and sent back, this contract is for however long you are viable for work, until a severe injury or death. Another goes along side the legal guardianship, it gives me permission over all of your bank accounts, emails, phone, and gives me access to speak on your behalf to doctors, lawyers or anyone professional. Once you have signed them. There will be a man to collect those papers in 15 minutes. Once handed to him. You will get another call to open the next box..."

The call ended. Opening the box Frank was greeted with a pile of papers all professionally placed and organized and stapled together. He flicked through the pages, not reading anything, just looking for "signature..." And filling it in. On the last page, he filled it in and the doorbell rang. Outside was a big tall man. Wearing a black suit and sunglasses. His muscles protrude from his shirt. The fabric strains under the sheer size of the man...

"Frank? I am here to collect the paperwork." The man said with no feeling in his voice. Only orders. Frank handed the box filled with the paper to the man. Franks arms struggled to hold the box but the man was able to hold it in one arm with ease. He looked back at Frank and over the paperwork. Then turned and headed back to the black posh car out in the street. Driving off with immense speed. Frank was in a bit of a panic... With the man in black at his door and the whole ordeal going faster than he expected. But he was turned on by the fact he was finally owned by Malcolm. Franks phone rang again...

"Thank you for delivering the contracts on time. You can now open box 2. Line up each item inside. This is your under uniform..." The call paused for a moment just long enough for the items to be taken out and lined up. "As you can see there is a few different items. This automated call will guide you through them. First I'll tell you what each of them are. The biggest item is your new collar, a metal band that will be placed around your neck. And have a seamless edge. It's a thin, 1cm band, that will be fitted around your neck. There is a similar device that will go around your ankle. Next, is your chastity belt. This will be placed around your waist containing your penis and balls, with a butt plug that will be forced into your arse hole and can only be taken out for 1 hour enough time to shit and then be placed back. You currently have the keys for the chastity belt and collar but you will hand them to another man who will collect them. The last item is a device that will stamp a tattoo into your skin. You hold it against the area and press hard. You will place this on your left pec. Then you will be permanently marked with my name and your designated number. Once you have completed this step I will call you in an hour. I recommend you shave everything around your cock so it doesn't get trapped in the device. You have an hour... Get on your under uniform..."

Frank looked at the 3 devices and the feeling of dread started to sink in... Frank was in deep and there was no way back now the contracts were signed. He hopped into the shower. Cleaning around his dick and balls. His cock got hard, but he didn't have the time to jerk off. He got to shaving quick. His balls and dick all shaved clean. He turned off the shower. Catching a reflection of his body in the mirror. His slim slightly muscular frame now shaved bare, he didn't have much hair just pubes. His chest and belly smooth and arms and legs only got fuzzy hairs. His face sporting a slight stubble and hair in a skin fade cut. He grabbed the tattoo device, and held it against his bare skin. Frank had never had a tattoo before, not knowing how it will feel. He gained a bit of courage and pushed the device into his left pec as hard as he could. It was painful. Like getting several needles at the same time. But he pushed through. The device started a sort of suction, and a timer for 5 minutes started to count down... The device slowly pushes the ink into Frank's skin, ensuring a perfect tattoo. Frank stood. Admiring his body. Enjoying the feeling of being owned. His cock hardened thinking of the job he will get. Hoping he can be in a suit and tie, looking like a big dog in the city. Eventually the timer ended and the device fell from Frank's skin. He looked down seeing the red raw area and the new black ink inside. The tattoo read "PROPERTY OF MASTER MALCOLM... SLAVE NUMBER 19072." With a barcode under the text. "Slave?" Frank thought... This is very real now, Frank touched the area feeling the raw skin and the bumps from the needles against his flesh. Frank walked back into his room, grabbing the collar seeing the steel and the markings etched into the flat outer rim, "PROPERTY OF MASTER MALCOLM... SLAVE NUMBER 19072... THIS SLAVE IS PROPERTY AND SHOULD NOT BE SEEN AS HUMAN." Frank wrapped the device around his neck and then grabbed the metal anklet and attached it around his ankle, both locked securely. He moved around and felt a little restrictive, but not anything that would impede work or life. However they show to the world that Frank is now owned. Lastly he picked up the chastity belt, it was heavy and looked as though it was custom built to fit Frank perfectly. He unlocked it and it fell slightly apart, enough to wriggle into but not enough to completely fall apart. Frank stepped into the device. Pulling it up, but the large butt plug prevents him from being able to lock it. Frank looked in the box finding a small packet of lube. He prepped the plug and used the remaining lube to finger into his hole. Then Frank began to pull the device up and push the plug inside. His hole was tight and the butt plug was large. He tried but couldn't succeed, but he was desperate and didn't have long before the next call. He slowly began to sit down onto the floor, the plug pushing his hole apart. It was painful. It was larger than any dick he has taken or any toy he had used. After a few minutes of painful moans and pushes the plug *popped* inside. Frank fell to the ground in a sweat. His hole aching and filled with the big plug. He stood and tried to settle with the plug inside. And unattached the front plate to the device pulling his balls and dick through. And placing the plate on top to cover them. Trapping them inside with no way of pleasure. He noticed the same text on the plate that was now on his skin, collar and anklet.

Frank walked to the bathroom seeing his reflection. He looked different to what he thought he would look like his red skin near his tattoo. The metal permanently attached to his body. The marks of his owner on his skin and attachments. His hole aching from the plug and cock straining to get hard.

With all the devices locked on, the doorbell rang. It was the man again to collect he key. Frank answered the door but hid behind it holding out his arm with the key. The man pushed open the door and Frank was exposed to him. The man chuckled. "Oh it's going to be fun seeing you suffer for Master Malcolm" the man snatched the key and walked back off." Frank shut the door quick, hopping his neighbours didn't see him.

Then... The phone rang...

"Hello Frank... Yeah this is really me. Turn on your camera I want to see your face, but you don't get to see mine. Don't say anything. Just listen. So you've listened to every step so far. It's time for you to learn what your new job is going to be, just remember I chose it especially for you. Go to the 3rd box and open it don't take anything out, just look." Frank walked to the bed and looked down at the last and final box. He cut the tape and opened it. Looking down he was scared. His dream of being a top dog was lingering, hoping inside would be a tailor fitting suit for a nice office job... The cardboard flaps opened, and Frank's face filled with dread. Inside the box was a hi vis outfit, bright orange, they looked used. And a pair of black steel toe boots... Again looking used. His dreams where shattered. He tried to beg his master, but the man only laughed in response. Frank began to tear up, not knowing his job, but knowing he wouldn't get his dream job. "Aw Frank there's no need to cry, I'm giving you a purpose, and you will be happy to receive it, won't you?" The man said demanding a response. Frank could only manage to wimper "y- yes Sir".

"good lad, now it's time for you to gear up. Put the phone somewhere I can see you get dressed". Frank wipes his tears and walked over to his desk placing his phone giving Master Malcolm a clear view of Frank's body. "Now I want you to put all the items on the bed. I'll tell you how to get ready." Frank poured the contents of the box onto the bed. The smell was pungent. The clothes smelled like sweat and garbage mixed together. With some hints of piss and cum. "Now pick up the white briefs" Frank did just that "I've worn those for 2 weeks just for you, every load that didn't end up in a hole is on them and a few loads of piss. Oh, and some skid marks, I know you're a pig. Huff them and rub your chastity belt" Frank lifted the briefs to his nose. Huffing the smell. It was strong, and they seemed wet as though they had only just come off Malcolm himself. "That's it... Good pig. Now, put them on" Frank pulled them from his face and put them on, the smell making him hard but the cage not showing anything. "Good lad. Now, take out the white socks and vest. Put them on." Frank starts to put them on as Malcolm continues to say "you're gonna love your new job, either way you're gonna be doing it whether you like it or not. Good lad, you look good so far, now it's time for the last of your uniform." Frank looks at his outfit so far, his briefs stained with piss and cum and skid marks from Malcolm, his previously used socks stinking of sweat and musk. His white vest is stained with God knows.

"you've got a pair of hi vis trousers, hi vis shirt and hi vis jumper, hi vis jacket. A beanie hat, a black backpack, and those steel toe boots. Now... Put it on." Frank looked down at the heavily used hi vis gear in front of him. His eyes tearing up once again. He thought about the job he wanted, he wanted to look high class and powerful. Instead he will look like a low life labourer. "I said put it on Faggot"... Malcolm's words rang in Frank's ears, he picked up the clothes. Pushing his legs down the crusty mucky trousers. Pulling the sweat smelling shirt down over his vest. Slipping his feet into the well worn boots. He stood there looking down. The shame of what he has decided to dedicate his life too, finally being realized. He is owned and he will work if he ever wants his freedom again. "See, it's not too bad is it bin pig..." Bin Pig? Frank thought to himself... What?

"Oh! It's time to tell you about your new job. Well since you loved being such a pig in the bedroom, loving piss, shit and being fucked like a pig. It's time for you to be one. You can play in trash, work in trash, live covered in trash. You're going to be one of my new Bin Men..." Frank's heart sank lower than it had before. He was going to be a bin man? Frank started to plead to Malcolm, begging for his mercy... But it was too late, the contracts were signed, Malcolm had already marked Frank for life. "Stop begging you pig. My decision is final. Get your jumper on, coat, beanie. And pack your bag with what's in box 4..." Frank just obeyed, thinking the more he obeyed the easier it would be to tell Malcolm he wants to back out. "Good Bin Pig. Open box 4, inside you'll find a key to your new apartment, a one way train ticket, some other things for my amusement." Frank opened the box and filled his bag with the contents. The. Started to get other things to bring with him "No... No... No. You won't need anything. Everything will be provided for you. Bring what you're given and your phone. Leave everything behind. Then it will be easier for you to disappear. Right... Your train is at 2pm. It's going to be a few hours so enjoy the smell of your uniform in the hot summer train. I'll send you the location of your apartment and its number. Now get going. You better be early for the train, I hate people who are late" the phone cut off. And Frank was left alone with his new uniform and a bag filled with things for his job. And the knowledge that he is going to spend his days as a bin man for his master.

Frank thought he could call or text Malcolm to tell him about backing out. But Malcolm wouldn't pick up and the texts wouldn't go through. Frank just picked up his bag. Saying goodbye to his house and walking down the street to the train station. He spotted a few staff changing the bins bags. But Frank tried to ignore them. Not wanting to think about trash or anything. Slightly annoyed at the situation. He was standing by the platform, an hour early for his train. He smelled the food being cooked at the local shop at the side of the platform, his belly rumbling since he hasn't eaten all day. He popped inside, requesting a pastry and putting a cheap energy drink on the counter... "That's £4.50" Frank tapped his card... It was declined... Then the realization hit, Malcolm deactivated his account. His eyes teared up, from the mix of anger and hunger. "It doesn't matter, sorry." Frank said politely walking out standing again on the platform. His phone pinged...

"so you want some food? No, not yet. When you get to your place you'll have your first meal. You don't get the privilege of eating like a person anymore. Remember you're a slave now. And work and are owned by me. Good pig for getting to the station early. Make sure to stand if the train is full or if people need seats, YOU can sit on the floor or stand." Frank tried to text back. But the phone only received messages, nothing would send out. He tried to text a friend, but the same thing happened. Then another text from Malcolm. "Oh I also cancelled your phone plans. You'll get a new phone when you arrive. This one will be disposed of. Enjoy your trip".

Frank was angry. All he wanted was a good life. And now he's got a brand on his chest and is wearing clothes stinking of sweat and trash. The train pulled up and people started to pile on. In the end all the seats were taken. Frank had to sit on the floor. His back and arse hurt from the pressure. But he just sat there. Nobody stood or sat near him. All walking away from the smell or judging him with their eyes. Franks journey started at Brighton station ending at Birmingham station, 4 hours or more on the train. In the end he fell asleep. Leaning against the doors his head shaking but his body sound sleep. Without warning something hit him. There was a group of teenagers sitting at a table throwing bottles at Frank. Instead of saying something Frank just sat there and enjoyed the rest of the journey.

Frank must have fell back to sleep. He awoke to a train cleaner tapping him with a brush. He looked up at him, seeing a similar metal collar around his neck. But ignored it. And started to rush off the train. Leaving the station seeing cleaners and trash collectors in hi vis outfits just like his. Walking down the street to a shady part of town. Houses broken into and worn down with age, homeless and men in tattered clothes or hi vis in the street. Frank looked up at a tall old box of flats. This was the location Malcolm had sent...

"you're such a good lad. You've just arrived at your new home. You're on floor 6, room 11. And your roommate will be home at 9pm after his shift. Make yourself at home and wait for further instructions"

Frank looked at the text... Roommate? Frank though he would get his own place. Inside the entrance was a long corridor. To the right was a reception area, with the shutters down, looking like it wasn't open in a long time. To the left, a laundry mat, but closed off with a metal bar door. The lights flickered and made a hum. At the end of the corridor was a singular elevator, to the side of a set of stairs. Frank pressed the button and started to wait for the lift... Then a man appeared behind him...

"no point waiting for that mate, it hasn't worked in the past 5 years. Just take the stairs. I hope your not on the top floor though" the man chuckled. Turning around, Frank saw a tall skinny man, wearing his vis covered in dirt. The man quickly dropped his head. But Frank noticed the same metal collar on his neck. The man jolted as if he was shocked. And the man hurried up the stairs with no other words... Was another one of Malcolm's workers? Frank started to walk up. Half way already in a sweat. On his floor his brow was slick with sweat and his outfit smelt of body odor. The corridor was long like the reception. But this time doors splayed out across the walls. There must be 20 rooms on the floor. Frank made his way down. Some of the lights were off and some were flickering. The place had obviously been in need of repairs or hadn't been used in a long time. He pulled out his key, opening the door to room 11. Inside, it looked similar to a prison cell. An old metal bunk bed on the right wall, a small desk with no chair to the left. Also on the left side was a toilet sink combo, and to the right, closer to the door was a shower with no curtain. The top bunk bed had obviously been used and the bottom was bare apart from a thin stained mattress and heavily used thin pillow. And a pile of used sheets. Turning around he tried to open the door, but there was no handles or key hole, he couldn't leave, he was actually imprisoned. Frank dropped his bag to the floor and laid on the bed. His body aching from the journey. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was deep in sleep. His mind drifting off. His body laying on the small stained bed.

The door to the room has begun opening. Frank jolted awake. In came a skinny man, not too much older than Frank. Maybe early 20s. His body is skinny, but muscles are big from his labor. He wore an orange hi vis, stained and blackened, he smelt of strong BO and like a public trash can. The collar on the man beeped. Not unlocking but like the sound triggered as he walked though the door...

"hey, I'm Cody... I guess I'm your roommate now. Are you new to being Malcolm's slave? Or have you been one for a while?"

"I'm Frank... Urmmm, well I don't really know what's happening, I thought I was going to get a good job and work for Malcolm but now... I'm here and I don't know what's happening." Frank said with a worried tone in his voice.

"it's gonna be fine. I've been here for 2 years, you'll get use to it. Plus if you're here Malcolm would know you'd like being his work pig. So you're new... Well, there's the toilet... We're allowed 2 flushes a day, one per person. The sink only works when we flush. The shower turns on at 5am until 5:05am, that's for both of us to use, my last roommate and I use to shower together to get as clean as we can, but we can split it if you want. Those clothes" the man pointed at Frank "... Thats your only outfit for now, unless you get reassigned. If it gets severely damaged you can put a application for a new uniform but it takes 6 weeks to get fulfilled. You're bed and sheets are the only ones you'll have here. No we don't get extra pillows. The collars don't let us speak unless we are spoken too by someone, but are turned off inside here. But every time we talk it's logged and automatically monitored by Malcolm's AI, so if we say anything against him or our work, we get shocked. If the shocking doesn't work then we get placed in solidarity, and you don't want to go there. I know that's alot of information... But you won't know any of it unless I tell you. I learned it from the last guy before he was reassigned. Oh... And this bag was outside the door for you" the man reached out, his fingers black with dirt, holding a paper bag. Frank took it, inside was a cheep brick phone and a bank card. Then a beep echoed in the room, it was the collars. Cody put his fingers to his lips to tell Frank to remain silent. Franks new phone started to ring...

"Hello Frank, I was listening to your conversation with Cody, he pretty much told you everything you need to know. You will be working with him and living with him for the foreseeable future. And I know this isn't what you expected but it's what you are now. My bin pig. Just follow Cody and you'll be fine. Now I've got to go, I've got a twink coming over and my cock is aching to unload, it turns me on getting new work pigs, and in our relationship I'm the only one that gets to cum now. Oh and don't worry about your old life, my team has removed most of your accounts, emails, phone and everything online. From now on you're known as Frank, Bin Pig 19072. You share a last name with all my other slaves now. Frank Wilder. Since your property it's only fitting you share my last name. If you have any questions ask Cody, other than that, I might message you again, it depends on how I feel, now your mine I need to find another lad to convert. Bye Bin Pig."

Frank and Cody looked at one another as the call went on. Both in silence. Frank's eyes teared up and he started to cry. The noise from his cries triggering the device, Frank received a non stop electric shock to the ankle and neck which sent shockwaves through his entire body. He quickly composed himself, and silently wiped his tears. Then a loud beep echoed once again. Cody started to talk to Frank again...

"it's ok mate. You'll get use to it. I know we're kinda prisoners for Malcolm but at least we get to serve a hot man. My caged cock still gets hard thinking of him. Its nice hearing his voice after all this time. I haven't heard from him in 6 months. The last call was telling me I need to work harder and that I'll be sent to solitary if I dont obey. Listen. Just make your bed. We have dinner in 20 minutes."

Frank looked around at the prison cell that was now his home. The room smelled like shit and trash. The walls were damp and wet. Mould forming across the walls and ceiling. It was a shit hole. He felt the chastity belt around his waist and his cock leaking pre inside. He was turned on... But he hated the situation, why was it turning him on? Frank turned to Cody "are you in one of these belts too? I'm horny but I don't know why, I hate that I agreed to this..."

Cody turned and looked at Frank. He pulled down his pants exposing the same chastity belt, but the engravings on it said "Cody" and his slave number "8863" . "Yup we're all in them. And no, we can't take them off. The only pleasure we get is from our service and occasionally when Malcolm chooses, our plugs periodically zap out prostate forcing out our loads, but we don't feel orgasms. And I don't know why we're always turned on, the last roommate though that Malcolm injected us with something when we put that tattoo on. Previously smelling trash and being dirty was a turn off for me, but now, while I work smelling trash and sweating like a pig, my cock leaks pre and I'm filled with such strong horniness. But we just have to work though it. It's not our job to jerk off. It's our job to serve Malcolm and work for him." Cody said with a matter of fact. The door has a knock. And a small flap opened, a tray was placed on it, Cody turned and took the tray, placing it onto the small desk. "The next ones yours, it has your number on it and a letter I think". Frank stood, walking to the door, squeezing past Cody in the tight confined space. He pulled the tray from the flap and it slammed shut, with a locking sound. The food was closer to slop than real food. It was like a prison tray. There was 5 compartments. The first compartment has this grey-brown looking food, it looked like paste, with some processed meats inside. The next some mushy peas with a slight sickly green hue. A plastic cup with some milky substance inside. A stale cupcake, and finally a handful of random medicine tablets. And on top was a letter.

"hello slave 19072, you have been designated 'Bin Pig' this is your registered meal. It is designed to keep your energy high for your long hours of work. Your work time table is 7am-8pm every day. You will be woken at 5am, fed breakfast and will be out the door before 6am, giving you enough time to walk to the compound about 5 miles from your accommodation. Your lunch will be served at the garbage drop off compound after your first shift, 7am till 1pm. You have 30 minutes for lunch and a toilet break. Then 1:30pm till 5pm for your 2 shift. From 5pm till 8pm you will perform litter picking duties to keep the streets clean. Then you will make your way back to your accommodations for 9pm. Dinner is served at 9:30pm. Lights out at 10pm. You will maintain a full hi vis uniform throughout the day whenever you leave your room. If you do not comply you will be sent to solitary. If you are sick or are prevented from performing your duties, contact 'Management' on your new phone, they will decide if you are well enough for work or any possible solutions for any ongoing situation (this includes issues on the job. Issues with uniform. Requesting job swapping. Or any other job related enquiries. Thank you for your service 19072"

Frank finished the letter. Seeing Cody chewing and swallowing his rancid meal kneeling on the floor due to the lack of a chair, his hands in the meal. Frank realized he had no cutlery. "Are we... Supposed to eat this with our hands?" Frank asked looking at the prison meal.

"well yeah. We used to be allowed cutlery but due to an incident cutlery was banned and we have had to use our hands since. You'll get used to it. It's kinda hot when you realize you're more like an animal here." Cody continued picking the food up in his black stained hands. Licking it from his fingers. Frank put his tray next to Cody. Kneeling like him. He looked up. He noticed a small photo on the desk. One of Malcolm. He was smiling and flexing. Looking at the camera with his middle finger up, with text that reads, "Work hard for me lads, your my property now. You don't want my companies to look bad do you?". It was set up like a form of propaganda, ensuring the workers behave. Frank looks over at Cody picking the slimy food into his hand and chewing down on it. His tray almost empty. Frank pushes his finger into it, the smiley substance instantly sticking to his fingers, scooping it into his mouth, he gets his first taste of his new food. He was hit with this musky taste, similar to cum, but more bitter than sweet or salty. Like if a load was left for a few days and then you ate it. The chunks of meat where soft but tastes bland, his mouth filled with the cum tasting food but he ate it. Not enjoying it, but starved and hungry from a day of travel. "It's weird isn't it?" Cody says in-between mouth fulls "at first the food tastes like out of date cum, but after a while this is what I think it tastes like now. Try the musky green stuff, you'd think it was peas but it isn't." Frank picked up the green stuff in his hand. At first look it looked like mushy peas, but when the flavor reached his lips and the smell hit his nose, all he could think is that it's piss. The green slime tasted like a mans strong morning piss. But the texture was that of mushy peas. "Yeah, good huh?" Cody asked. "It makes me feel like such a good pig eating a meal tasting of a mans fluids. Oh and save the cupcake and pills till last." Frank and Cody chewed the meals. Licking the trays clean still starving for more. And savoring every bite. Frank realized that his dick was hard the whole time. Precum staining through his orange hi vis. "I knew you'd like it." Cody said pointing at Frank's wet patch, "right so you'd think this is a stale chocolate chip cupcake... But this is a pigs meal... What do you think the chocolate really is?" Franks eyes widened... Did Cody mean shit? Frank thought. He brought the cake up to his nose. And a putrid smell of shit hit him. Frank had never been into it, but it's not like he had a choice. "I get you might not like it, but we have to eat all of it, or we both get sent to solitary, so please just eat it." Cody begged Frank, Frank took a small bite, the stale cake and shit turned into a dry paste in his mouth, making all his taste buds feel the shit roll around on them, ensuring all he could taste was the shit. He chewed for what felt like forever. But the first bite was down, even though Frank's relentless gagging. "See isn't so bad. These use to be real chocolate but Malcolm said bin pigs like us shouldn't get that privilege, replacing the chocolate with shit from his higher class staff slaves. Eat the rest, quick, it's lights out in 10". Frank pushes the rest of the cake onto his mouth. He chewed and gagged. His teeth and mouth filled with the putrid taste. Frank attempted to swallow but was met with resistance, like his body was refusing to accept his meal, but with one last gulp the meal was finished. All that was left was the pills.

"to be honest we don't know what these are, I guess it's supplements to keep us healthy. But that blue one looks like Viagra and I've been going to bed with my cock straining every night, so it might be. Just put them all in and swallow with the 'milk'" Cody said milk like it wasn't really milk... "Yeah, it's basically cum, again. But at least this one tastes fresh." Cody chugs the milk and swallows the tablets. Frank takes one and swallows it with some milk, the flavor not bad, but still that of cold salty cum. In the end he chugs it, and the tablets at once. The men lick their fingers but a slimy coating is left.

A knock on the door and the flap opens once again. "Trays" a man shouts loud, echoing though the cell. Cody grabs both trays and puts them on the flap, the man snatches them and the flap slams shut. "We've got 5 minutes till it's lights out, if you need the toilet you should go now, we can't flush after lights out, I shit this morning so I don't need to go, and there is only one flush left.

Frank looks at the metal toilet and the stained bowl, pulling down his pants exposing himself to Cody... Not that there is much to see other than the chastity belt. He sits, and attempts to go. Cody reaches around Frank, "press this button to take out the plug, you can only do it once a day for an hour at most, but once it's locked back in, it's not coming out for 24 hours. Frank was shy trying to go in front of another man. But the meal went straight through him, making Frank shit a massive load into the bowl. He looks around for toilet rolls or wipes... Nothing "oh... Yeah we aren't allowed toilet roll. You have to sit there and the toilet will spray your hole with water to clean it... But it usually isn't enough for a proper clean.". Frank flushed and icy cold water sprayed his hole. His hole gaping from the plug the water goes inside and he pushes it back out again. After 10 seconds the water stops. "Quick we only have 20 more seconds to use the sink" Frank puts his hands under the tap, water dribbling out in a slow stream, it's not enough for a proper clean of your hands, and with the slime from the meal, it just makes the slime cover more of Frank's hands. "There you go, now are you ok getting the plug back in? Or do you need help?" Cody offers his assistance. But Frank pushes the plug back inside, with a click it was back into place, perfectly pushing on Frank's prostate enough to tease but not enough for pleasure. "I'm good" Frank says.

A few moments later the lights turn off, all that lights the room is a street lamp through the uncovered window, the glass was cracked and bars prevent escape, but looking out Frank sees more men walking around, wearing the same metal collar all in different low-class working uniforms. Street cleaners, Hi Vis workers, are some of them. All going into the buildings and the lights flicking g off. "Are you seeing it? We're all owned by Malcolm, all those down the street are his. Basically this whole street is owned by Malcolm and every room has 2 works doing some form of labour for him. It turns me on how much control he has over us. Who could know that one rich man could have this much power. I'm happy to be apart of his success. Without him we wouldn't have a leader. And without us, he wouldn't have his money or power. Our submission is his success. And he deserves to succeed." Cody says while taking off his clothes, stripping down to his cage. "But... I didn't want this, I don't want to be Malcolm's slave, I wanted a good job..." Frank said before a shock hit his neck. "Don't say that, anything going against Malcolm will result in a shock. Listen you came here, you chose to be owned, you chose to sign the papers. There's no point in trying to fight it now. Malcolm has already deleted all existence of you, you can't go back. This is your life now, whether you like it or not. And from the looks of your pre cum wet patch you like it." Frank looks down, his was would have been as hard as a rock if the cage wasn't preventing the erection. And the pre cum just kept flowing. Frank undressed. Pulling his pants down to reveal his pre cum soaked brief "I told you, you like this, it's what we deserve. Now get to bed. You'll need your rest for the first day of the rest of your life.

Frank was naked apart from his cage and jewellery, he looked down seeing the tattoo on his chest and his leaking cock. Filled with horniness he tried to rub? But felt nothing. Hopping into bed he felt the uncomfortable mattress and smell of the sheets. He flipped onto his belly trying to hump the mattress for relief... But again, felt nothing. Like his dick wasn't just hard, and caged, it was numb. "There's no point humping" Cody said trying to sleep. "You've probably noticed our dicks are numb, it's probably one of those tablets we had, makes us horny and hard but our dicks just leak and feel nothing." Frank lays on his back and closes his eyes, the silence of the room and darkness making his body drift off to sleep, his cock still hard but body exhausted.

Frank slept like a log, his dreams came and went. But one kept returning. One of Malcolm. Frank was on his knees, looking up at his Master. Seeing Malcolm's, large cock swinging in his face. But Frank couldn't move, he just stayed still. Malcolm spoke, "you will work, you will slave away, you will suffer. All for my pleasure." His voice repeated. It was almost hypnotic. Frank could feel drips of pre cum fall from Malcolm's leaking cock, landing on his face. Then as if by magic, he felt his cock pulsating, like he was cumming but he felt no pleasure, just looking down to his dream body, seeing cum leak from his cock. He looked back up, Malcolm's face changed, downing a devilish grin "no more pleasure... No more freedom... No more you." The dream started to fade, but Frank tried to draw it back, but the harder he tried the more Malcolm disappeared.

Time passed and eventually 5am rolled around. A loud alarm started to echo around the room. Shocking both the men awake. It sounded like something you would hear in the military. Cody hopped down from his bunk rushing towards the shower. "Quick, we only get 5 minutes to get in here." Frank lazily stood. His body wobbling trying to keep balance. He walked over to the shower, turning and seeing Cody naked under the rusted shower head. "Come on, get in" Frank stands near Cody, both men basically touching with no room to move. "Right, you clean me and I'll clean you. It's only water and it's cold so get ready. A few ice cold drops fell from the shower head. Then a spray of water started to shoot from the non rusted parts of the shower head. It was powerful and sprayed all over. Cody ribbed down Frank's body. And Frank started to do the same to Cody. Some of the dirt came off, but most stayed since there was no soap or warm water. The slime previously on there hands came off, but not completely. The shower head started to slow down then turn off. The men stood cold, and still dirty. "So... How do we get dry?" Frank asked, knowing they didn't have towels. "Yeah... We just have to air dry ourselves. It's fine. We'll be dry after breakfast.". As if on cue, the flap on the door opened and two trays were placed on it. Cody grabbed his. And Frank followed after. It was a simple small tray, one slice of stale wholemeal bread, a cup of fizzy liquid and that was it. "Come on, this is the best meal. We get the privilege of having an energy drink, it's random, I think this is Lucozade... Yeah it is.". Frank walked to the desk and kneeled next to Cody. They chowed down on the dry bread and chugged the liquid. The flap opened once again and the trays were handed in.

The time was 5:50am. "It's almost time to go to work, we should get dressed."Cody grabbed his Hi Vis and put it on. Frank saw the stains and dirt, and then looked at his uniform and they looked the same. Frank reluctantly put it on. "Its gonna be a hot day from the loom of things, but we have to take our whole uniform with us. Out your jumper and coat in your bag and let's get going. Remember we can't talk went we leave. Just follow me, and I'll take you to the managers office so he can mark us present and get our list of bins we need to collect today." Frank was about to respond, but was interrupted by the loud ring of the collars, if he spoke he would be shocked.

The two men left. Walking though the building it was busy, all of the other men there where going to the bin site too. Every floor of the 20 floor building, all 20 rooms, 400 rooms... That's 800 men. All heading to the bin site compound in silence. Frank stook near Cody, trying not to loose him in the crowd of Hi Vis. All men walking fast and trying to walk the 5 miles in less than an hour. Their shift started at 7am but they had to be there early for the register and there job plan. Frank sweat like a pig, even the cold air of the morning couldn't cool him. They arrived at the gates. The compound was huge, it was to survey the entirety of Birmingham so it had to be. The men split off. Some going straight to the trucks, some time to the building to sort trash, some into a line outside the "offices". Frank lined up with Cody. The wait wasn't long. Frank and Cody was pulled forward by two men in Hi Vis and manhandled. Frank's shirt was lifted and his chest tattoo scanned. The man looked down at Cody with a wicked grin. "Enjoy your first day, Pig" then the man pushed a paper into Frank's hand. And pushed in out of the back door. Frank remained silent not wanting another shock.

Cody grabbed Frank's arm and pointed towards a truck with the number 55 on it. That was their truck. Cody opened the door and Frank hopped inside to the middle seat and Cody followed. When the doors shut their collars made a buzz. Allowing conversation but only inside the truck.

"so this is the new guy?" A voice said from the driver's seat. "He better be good, I don't want to end up In solitary because he can't do the job." Frank turner and looked at the man in the driver's seat. He was a big older bear type. His face brown from being in the sun. His belly round from years of being on his ass driving the truck. And hair covered his body. Under his beard was the same collar. "This is Frank, he'll do well, he knows if we don't we get solitary. And I can teach him how to load the bins on properly, we'll be fine. Frank, that's Mike. He's our driver, we get out and do the bins, he drives the truck." Cody says with confidence nudging Frank to say the same. "Yeah... I... I can do it..." Frank says with 0 confidence. Mike starts to drive, "we've got the furthest parts of Birmingham from the site, so we have about an hour before we get there depending on traffic. Sit tight. And just remember if you do bad, we all get punished." The truck drove for a while. Hitting road blocks but Mike driving through any streets as if he had been his whole life. And he has been.

Mike started off like Frank, a bin pig, and after 30 years of service he was granted a "promotion" not to an office or a real high paying job. But to lorry driver. His only benefit being having a private room without a roommate. Nothing else.

"were coming up on our first street. We don't have long and have 25 streets to do before we need to head to the drop off. So don't be long teaching him." Mike said demandingly. Cody opened the door before the truck stopped. Hopping out. Frank sat there. "Go then!" Mike shouted. Frank unbuckled his seat belt and jumped from the lorry. Trying not to fall over. Cody had already grabbed 2 bins. Pulling them to the back of the truck. Cody explained how to do the truck fast. "Push the bin on here and press the button. The truck will empty it. Then take the bin near where you found it. And get 2 more. Quick". Frank rushed off. Grabbing a bin, pulling it. And then another, one of the bins fell over in his hurry. The trash fell all over him. The smell was horrible and was now all over Frank's hands and clothes. It was a strong pungent smell, but for some reason it made Frank's cock hard and began to leak in his chastity. "hold them from here and do it fast but don't drop the bins. It's more time wasted trying to pick up the trash." Cody lifted the bin. Handing it to Frank. Frank out them near the truck. Pressing the button. They lifted dumping the trash inside. And then dropped back down. Frank pulled them back to where they were and grabbed another. While Frank was waiting for the binds to unload into the truck he was huffing the smell from the truck. It was worse than just the bin that fell and dumped bin juice on him. It was strong and in the morning heat overwhelming. Frank stayed hard. But completed the job. They hopped back in the truck and went on to the neighbouring street.

In the short time they had Cody spoke. Are you getting why we like this work now? It might be stressful and hard work, but it turns us on. Look" Cody showed Frank the wet spot of pre cum on his Hi Vis. "And Mike is the same. That smell of trash and bin juice it's like poppers. Makes us hard and horny. And our pleasure is working. Feeling our muscles ache as we pull the bins. Mike here just had to suffer with his addiction to it and keep driving. He can't touch the bins in here. "Hey, I told you, I get pleasure from driving now. And the smell of the trash through the window. Just driving the truck makes me hard, and from these" Mike pointed to the vents on the back of the driver's seat wall "we get to huff that stink all day. And since Malcolm assigned me a bear body, I get to snack all day while I am here, growing this gut for him turns me on and gives me pleasure too." Mike says joyfully while slapping his gut. Pointing to his snacks on the dashboard.

"what does he mean assigned a bear body?" Frank asked confused. Cody explains "well, after some time Malcolm assigns you a body to maintain, it can be a type of body, like Mike got a bear body since he got promoted, so he has to maintain his fat gut and he's given snacks like our cupcake this morning to keep his size. But we get given a look to maintain, I got a chav look, so I need to keep my hair cut in a skin fade and keep my body fat low. We get our designated loom after our first day. You'll be taken to a place when we get back to the yard at 5pm where you'll be told your look."... Frank looks at Mike and his gut then back at Cody and his hair. "So... What type of looks are there?" Cody chuckles, "there's not many, Malcolm has a thing for chavs, so you'll probably get the same as me, but there's also skinheads. But if you regularly misbehave or Malcolm chooses, you can be given a homeless look. You're banned from shaving or hair cuts. And all the plumbing gets turned off in your room. So you look and smell homeless. I know we stink but at least we have a good look. Since we're active workers the most they can change is our hair styles, since we're working all day". Frank looked worried about his upcoming look designation. But before he could think Mike headed into the next street. And Cody hopped out with Frank following. The men worked. All their cocks hard and numb inside their cages. Their Hi Vis marked with a stain of pre. Frank wondered how his mind suddenly started to associate the smell and work with being horny. And how he feels so happy and satisfied with every bin he pulls and empties. But he didn't have time to think, he just had to work. Street after street eventually they completed the first shift. Heading to a drop off site nearby. The men hopped out of the truck and headed to nearby lunch hall while Mike emptied the truck and ate his lunch inside. Lunch staff pushed a tray into Frank's arms. And Cody and Frank looked for a place to sit. The hall was full of fellow bin pigs. Finding 2 spots Cody pulled Frank and they sat. The tray had a stale sandwich with processed meat inside. A handful of mashed veg. A small brownie. And a carton of milk. "Eat quick. We have 15 minutes before the next shift. And we need to be on the truck then. Frank ate up the sandwich quickly. Then moved to the beg. Using his hands like the others around him. All eating lime animals. All that was left was the brownie. Again as a cruel trick. The brownie chocolate was shit. But Frank didn't care. He just ate it whole. His belly rumbled for more. But it was all gone. He chugged the cum flavoured milk and then men rushed to return their trays. And ran to the truck. Setting off on route with only seconds to spare.

"you're doing well newbie. I thought you would be like the last fella that made us all go into solitary for a week. It's horrible... Anyways, keep up the good work, and we'll be finished in no time. We might even finish before your litter picking and my force feeding after work. So we can start our evening shifts early. I'm starving and can't wait to be fed. And Cody, you can show Frank the litter picking ropes." Mike says all while rubbing the Crumb's from his lunch of his gut onto the floor. Setting off onto the route. Frank hops out the truck with Cody. And start to pull the bins to the truck. He notices a few people coming out watching them work. Frank grabs a man's big and pulls it to the truck. The man shouts "handle my bin with more care... What the fuck are you doing?I told you to be careful. The man runs over. While his bin is being emptied into the truck. Frank didn't know what he did. He did the same he did with the others. "You fucking bastard could have broke my bin. Then it would come out of your paycheck" the man shouted angrily. Not knowing Frank works for free. "Behave you old tosser..." Frank tried to argue but received a giant shock through his body, he twitches in pain. "What was that? Are you mentally ill or something?". Cody runs over hearing the conversation. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir, we will make sure to do it better next time. Sorry again Sir." The man storms off pulling his bin into his garden slamming the gate shut. "You need to be respectful to every member of the public, even if they're well... Like that. If you don't you get shocked. Even if they're violent you have to sit and take it. No self defense. Remember we're here to serve them. They're out bosses as much as Malcolm is". Cody helps Frank up and then runs to get more bins. The altercation making them late finishing the street. Frank walks it off. Grabbing another two bins. As they empty his nose is filled with he smell of the truck and trash inside. His cock hardens again. And his mind goes blank only wanting to finish his work. Once completed the men get back into the truck.

"you ok Frank? I heard that bloke, don't worry you'll get that a lot. Just sit back and take it. We're built to serve them. Even if they get aggressive. And when you stay respectful you'll get a rush of pleasure, I promise." Mike says caringly. Tapping Frank on the knee with his big calloused dirty hands. Frank looked a bit shook up but was calm, "I'm alright. Let's keep going.". The men finished the remainder of the streets. Pulling up to the drop off point, the men's collars buzzed to Remind them to stay silent or get a shock. They emptied the truck, as Frank noticed 2 muscular men in Hi Vis walking towards them. It was the man who scanned his chest this morning and the one who scanned Cody's. "You..." The man pointed at Frank, "come with us". Cody did a motion to tell Frank to obey. And Frank followed the men. One walking Infront the other behind. Frank was led through the offices. All maintained by men working in silence with the same collars as his. While looking, Frank saw the collars in the two men leading him though. All the men were Malcolm's. Frank was led though and into a dark room. He was put into a chair and straps where placed around his arms and legs and belly and chest.

The lights flickered on and the room was able to be seen. Hair cutting tools around the room. Some bottles of liquid on the shelves, needles and other medical equipment was all over the room. A man in medical clothing and a collar walked in as he did the two men bowed their heads and stood against the wall as security. "Hello slave 19072, I am here to give you your new look as designed by Master Malcolm. You have been designated..." The man reads from a paper from his pocket, "... Chav, with skin fade and some scattered cheap tattoos" the man paused to put the paper away, but Frank looks a bit scared, more tattoos? Where?... The man started to speak again, "...and that's all he wrote, so I've got some tattoo devices here, with random ink levels so they will look faded and like they've been done by a bad artist. I've got one for an arm piece all the way up to the shoulder so you will be unstrapped to have your arm placed into the device, you two, help him into it." The men walked forward, installing Frank's right arm and pushing it into a thick plastic tube, his fingers went into slots and the device was closed. His arm trapped inside. It connected close to his neck and down his armpit. And the needles started their work, a timer started on it, for 2 hours. "There's one, now for some smaller ones, we have a dragon we can put on your leg here..." The man pushed the device into Frank's calf muscle, and it formed a suction. Then started to tattoo him. The man kept talking pushing a few more devices onto Frank's skin. His arms. Chest. Back. One on his neck and a small one on his left cheek. Frank moaned in pain. But his moans triggered his collar shocking him. Frank sat there bound and in pain. Feeling the needles terrorising his skin. As he did, the man turned to Frank's hair. His neck was positioned and the clippers started. In only 30 minutes Frank's hair was made into a short skin fade.

Frank lay exhausted. Trying to fight the pain. Trying to remain silent. His arm and other tattoos areas burn and hurt but he sucks it up. The man walks around to the front of Frank, "perfect you look like a great chav. It looks like some of your tattoos are done let's take of the devices. Going around Frank's body then man pulls the suction devices from his skin. The one of his face and neck. His back and legs. Then the one from his chest and belly, se looks down to see a poorly made lion on his right pec and a shit looking faded dragon on the left side of his belly. He looked like a chav, his tattoos looked shit, like he made a mistake and went to the wrong artist who fucked him up. But he didn't Malcolm chose them for Frank. And the thought of Malcolm choosing something for Frank made Frank's cock harden in the cage. "You have another hour left on the arm device since its a big tattoo. I'll be back but for some fun, I'll turn up the speed, it will hurt more but be much quicker and leave you with shittier results." The man pressed a few buttons and the needles picked up the pace. His arm was mostly numb at this point. But he still felt the pain. The timer sped up and after minutes of enduring the pain, it ended. The suction on his arm was released and his arm was slowly removed from the device by the two men. Looking at the tattoo it was what you would expect a shitty looking sleeve tattoo, roses, skulls, lions and a clock on his hand. The "typical straight man tattoos". All finished with crappy line work, faded shading and Malcolm's name written into Frank's skin once again, like one you would get for a lover.

Frank was untied and the two men rugged his tired aching body out into the yard. It was empty the shifts for the men had ended. "It's 8pm... Head to your place Bin Pig. Get out of our site" one of the men commanded. Frank swung his bag over his shoulder, feeling the pain of his new tattoo and headed to his apartment in silence. As he walked he felt the rawness of his tattoos and the cold night wind through his fresh cut hair. He made it to his apartment, his body covered in sweat and aching. Opening the door he saw Cody naked laid on his bed and as the door closed, Frank's collar mad a buzz. "Frank... How was it? See I told you that Malcolm would make you a chav like me." Cody said with enthusiasm, "you look good with that cut. And they shaved your beard too, you look good... Wait... Is that a tattoo?" Frank started to strip showing of his new body to Cody, Cody examining every inch, Cody didn't get the privilege of being a tattooed chav, he was enthralled with the markings, touching Frank's raw skin and looking at the "nice work" put into Frank's skin. "Awww you're so lucky, I wish Malcolm gave me tattoos, you look so good. And even a face tattoo. You must feel so happy". Franks cock hadn't softened since leaving the medical room. A patch of pre on his pants and drips flowing from his cage as he stood naked Infront of Cody. "Yeah, it does look good, I never thought of getting tattoos but I do loom good. I was hard all though the process... It's weird how much I was turned on, but never was before." Frank said while examining his body. The flap on the door opened, it was time for dinner again. Frank and Cody ate it down without resistance. But Frank couldn't help think how fast his mind and body was changing, only yesterday he was a young handsome lad, ready for university, and today he was a tattooed chav, working as a bin man, owned by a Powerful master.

The men ate and then went straight to sleep. Frank once again dreamed of Malcolm. This time, Master Malcolm was expecting Frank's body, the tattoos, the cage, the collars. Frank was excited at seeing him again, standing tall and strong for Malcolm showing off to him, proud of his new body. Malcolm rubbed the cage, making Frank hard and filled with a feeling of pleasure. "You'll never use this again..." Malcolm's voice said loudly in Frank's ears, "you are mine. You work and suffer, all for my pleasure and success." The dream continued, Malcolm's voice repeating lime propaganda in Frank's mind. He couldn't escape it, but Frank laid listening and obeying, like the voice was true.

Loudly an alarm bleared out, waking up the two men. Both jumping up and running towards the shower as if they were soldiers. Frank was excited. He couldn't wait for the day ahead, like his brain couldn't help but want to work for free and eat the meals given to him, all to make his master happy. They showered, but the dirt and smell wouldn't budge. They grabbed their breakfast and ate it up, while staring at the photo of Malcolm on the desk. They got dressed and headed to the yard for another day's work. And the day was the same, they pulled bins to the truck and back again. Rod the truck and talked about how good it is working for their master. Untill the end of the day. Frank's body was tired and exhausted from his long shift. But it wasn't over. At the yard once the truck was parked. Cody and Frank headed back to the offices and lined up. Frank came to the front of the line, the man handing him 10 bin bags, a hoop to attach them too and a litter picking stick, "fill these and dispose of them at a local drop off point, you have until 8pm to fill all 10 bags"… Frank was then pushed back out of the door and followed Cody, they had to work in silence, their collars preventing conversation. They walked to a long stretch of road, miles long, and began picking the litter men through from cars. It didn't take long for the first bag to be filled. Then the second then the third. The fourth bag split, dropping litter, bin juice and bottled piss all over Frank's clothes. He couldn't help but get hard. The smell of the weeks old piss made his horniness reach max, he finished the job with a raging boner his pants looking like he wet himself.

Both men walked to the drop off point and handed in their bags, Franks bags where taken in and the man behind the drop of began to speak, "that's 9 bags 19072...where's your last?" The man pressed a button and Frank's collar buzzed, allowing him to speak "one of the bags split Sir, I'm sorry" Frank's collar buzzed again, and the man spoke "you will be filling 12 bags tomorrow, if another splits you will be sent to solitary. This is strike one, if you get another, it's solitary. Leave" Frank walked out with a sad look, not because he was shouted at, but because he felt like he failed Malcolm. He thought he disappointed him, and the thought of failing his master hurt him. He walked the whole way home with his head bowed. At the apartment he spoke to Cody about what happened. "It's ok lad, just make sure it doesn't happen again, split the trash out evenly, if something's heavy put it in it's own bag, then fill the rest with light litter. Malcolm is kind that's why we get a warning before punishment." Frank cheered up a little. And their dinner arrived. Frank had a note in his try that read "check your phone" in Malcolm's hand writing... So he did...

"you've done a good job so far, I heard about the bag split, ensure it doesn't happen again. Your roommate can help you with how to manage your bags. Remember you represent me, and my company. Work harder and keep my streets clean. That's your job from now on. You look good with your new tattoos and haircut. You'll get a cut a week to keep up with your look, and if I fancy, you will get some more art on you... You won't hear from me for a while, I try to message each of my bin pigs once a year, if I remember. Keep dreaming of me and working hard, that's all you need to worry about now. Bye Bin Pig"

Frank couldn't help but get hard reading Malcolm's text, his mind filled with thoughts of working and slaving away for his Master. He composed his horniness and chowed down his meal. The taste felt much better now, his body kind of craving the rancid meal. His fingers and face covered and licking it off. The trays where collected and the men hopped into bed. Franks mind had been completely changed. His regrets and worries about being turned into a slave had faded. All that was left was another obedient Bin Pig with only 1 need... To serve master Malcolm.

The weeks passed. Every day the same. Frank woke up and "showered" the smell and dirt so deep the cold water never made him clean. He ate his breakfast and dressed for work. He made his way silently to work, with his new mind, all he could do is be turned on by working more and harder for his master. Franks cock strained while working and thinking about it, he couldn't help it. All he wanted was to serve. He worked hard, he huffed the stink of the bins, the trash and himself, everything made him hard. And when the job was done his brain filled with a feeling similar to an orgasm, but not as strong, just like satisfaction but stronger. His cock continued leaking pre and his hole was stretched on his plug, and he could never relieve himself. He litter picked in silence, ensuring the bags don't rip and every piece of trash he could get was collected. He did it all thinking of how happy he was making Malcolm.

Meanwhile Malcolm sat in his penthouses apartment. Looking down on his city, and the men he controlled. He looked at the large TV screen in his office, lights flickered and moved as the day started. Each light was a slave. Frank was one of thousands, indistinguishable from any other. Malcolm watched as the lights moved towards their designated work locations. Frank and the bin pigs towards the garbage site. Litter pickers out into the streets. Office cleaners to office buildings. Sewer cleaners under ground. And so on. Malcolm walked through his privileged home, looking at the man in his bed he loaded the previous night, knowing that that man is going to become another slave. And Malcolm holds the power as to the man's fate. In his office sits the paperwork Malcolm can write any job he wants and the man will be trapped there, and this will be the last time he would lay in a comfortable bed and have free will. Malcolm wrote... "Bin man" and the man came through signing the papers, giving his life to Malcolm, then taken away to his prison, begging for mercy... Only for him to be a bin pig like Frank and the others.

Malcolm stroked his fat cock as the man was taken away. And the man watched. Malcolm's cock was large. A solid 10 inches long with a cock can girth, he was cut with a nice looking mushroom head and a high tight scar, his balls hung low, holding 2 large lemons inside. There was no denying his privilege, he was an alpha. With his godly body covered in thick muscles, his face toned and chiseled like a god. He was a man everyone wanted and everyone wanted to be. But there was only one Master Malcolm, and he knows just how to treat his pig slaves.

Would you submit to Malcolm?

Anon and many others have strong sensitivities to scented products, the effects of which can range from an unpleasant distraction to headaches or severe allergic reactions. Natural body odor also smells unpleasant to many people but in anon's experience, body odor does not trigger the same negative physical responses that synthetic scents do, and anon prefers to smell body odor rather than scented products.

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p/s : alsoo include sometimes when zoro is incredibly jealous of sanji always hanging out with reader bcs he smells better than him♥️

♥︎A Scent of Affection♡︎

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ warnings: descriptive smell of oder, a tinny sexual joke(barely if you can call it that), minor conflict, gagging, teasing, angst if you squint. hinted f!reader!

₊˚⊹♡ A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading my work. I strive to make my writing engaging and heartfelt, so I hope I can achieve that with this piece as well! I know you didn't specifically request some of the elements I included, and I apologize for that, but I hope I was able to meet your requirements in at least some way. OH MY GOD I MESSED UP SM BECAUSE I READ THIS AT LIKE 1 AM AND I WROTE IT AROUND THEN TOO, i WAS SO TIRED I AM SO SORRY AND I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT😭 ITS STILL A GOOD STORY I THINK I JUST DIDNT REALIZE YOU WANTED READER TO BE A SWORDSMAN AND THAT YOU WANTED HIM TO HIDE IT. OH MU GOD IM GENUINELY SO SORRY (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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The Grand Line, a fickle beast of an ocean, had nothing on the meticulous order you brought to the Straw Hat Pirates. As their quartermaster, you were the quiet anchor in a sea of charming chaos, a role Nami gratefully handed over the moment you stepped aboard. She swore she could finally breathe, no longer burdened by inventory lists and supply logs. You, on the other hand, thrived in it. Everything had its place, every coin was accounted for, and the Thousand Sunny ran like a well-oiled machine.

I’d prefer to smell someone else’s 😃