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Remodeling
🕑 Added 2022-01-15 21:58:27 +0000 UTC
It was the electric drill that finally shook me into sentience. The noise of the hammer drill mode reverberated painfully in the windowless bathroom as the drillbit sunk itself into the concrete wall. My mouth was pried open to a painful degree and something was shoved into the opening so tight that even moving my tongue was difficult. My arms were painfully secured above me, against the wall opposing the DIY, holding up most of my weight. I wasn't too sure about my legs. I had lost my sense of them, but I could feel myself setting on something, or rather be impaled by something. Like a big dildo, making my movements for every breath I took, you guessed it, painful.
The drill was handled by my fantasy man. Muscular, cut, and hairy in that perfect middle ground between looking like a caveman and a gogo dancer. Short, dark hair in all the right places, but still giving an unobstructed view of the muscles he undoubtedly spent a lot of time and effort on. Big beefy shoulders and biceps, juicy pecs, pronounced abs, and those V lines pointing to the dick. Besides the eye protection and face mask everything was on display down to the dark red, glossy gym shorts that contrasted his dark complexion and tan skin perfectly. Then a pair of equally strong, muscular legs down into white socks and workman boots. All of it perfect and unforgettable. It was also the first time in my life I had seen the man, I think.
My head pulsed in pain, like the worst hangover and I struggled to remember anything. I was about to head out to the burger place before meeting up with the usual at the pub. No, I had eaten a burger, hadn't I? Almost all of it was frustratingly blank.
The man notices that I'm watching him and interrupts his drilling.
"How are you holding up? Yeah, I know that must be very uncomfortable for you, but it's only temporary. Once I'm done with this room it will be uncomfortable for you permanently."
