The Construction Zone - Hired Help, I
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? AGAIN?!?!"
The construction foreman barrels toward the two new hires who were stuck with supervising and coordinating what the construction world liked to call the "hired help". These genetically modified brutes generated from the incredibly faulty first wave of hormone amplification and gene therapy were taken care of and tended to in warehouses across the nation, and when heavy lifting needed to be done, there was no better or faster tool--that is, if you could keep them focused long enough to lift a single steel beam.
"Sir, we're really sorry, we were tryin' our best, but Davis dropped his huge fuckin' cock on accident 'cus the sweat made him lose his grip, and we think with it slammin' against the ground like that and him keepin' walkin' forward with it draggin' behind him started gettin' him riled up. He just stopped and landed on his knees, and his damn mammoth dick's stuck underneath his huge legs, so we can't even get it out to get it taken care of! We don't know what to do!
The construction foreman had a look that demons would fear. "Davis, you fuckin' know about SOP with wranglin' the hired help! Why the hell did you take the gloves off, boy? And Andrews, why the hell are you throwin' Davis under the bus like that? You're the one watchin' the hired help's ass bounce with every step--I fuckin' watched ya! You were droolin', boy!"
The two new hires hung their head in dejected shame, continuing to be berated by their foreman. However, the foreman was suddenly interrupted by slight tremors near them, and they realised the hired help was adjusting his weight... and suddenly grabbed his battering ram's worth of junk out from under him, pulsing, throbbing.
"BOYS! WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS LATER! RUN!"
