Titan Builders: Site Inspection
Jason felt overwhelmed by the silence as soon as he stepped off the bus. The company facility, hidden deep in the mountains, seemed completely cut off from the outside world. The massive iron gates revealed buildings that gleamed as if already completed, yet there was no trace of construction noise.
He’d been called in just two days after receiving the job offer acceptance, and the “proprietary technology” and high salary mentioned in the posting still lingered in his mind. This recruitment was for elite personnel only, and Jason appeared to be the sole selectee.
In the lobby, the supervisor was waiting.
“Welcome, Jason.”
The voice was low and heavy. Jason looked up and nearly lost his breath.
The supervisor was dressed in a sharp suit, but it looked like it was about to burst. The jacket sleeves strained against massive biceps, the shirt buttons threatened to pop over a chest that was nearly a meter thick, and the trousers gleamed from the tension of thighs and the unmistakable bulge below. He stood well over 195 cm, exuding raw presence.
“Let’s get you some lunch first. It’s been a long trip.”
The supervisor smiled and led him to the cafeteria. On the table sat an enormous steak, salad, and a special drink.
“This is our proprietary high-nutrition supplement. Take a few of these pills and eat comfortably.”
Jason was starving and ate without much thought. The steak was incredible, and the moment he swallowed the pills, a subtle heat spread through his body. He chalked it up to fatigue.
Once the meal was finished, the supervisor spoke again.
“Orientation starts tomorrow, but today we’ll do a special site inspection first. You need to see the true power of Titan Builders to build some anticipation.”
At the bus, a separate driver was waiting.
The driver’s face looked mid-60s—deep wrinkles and some gray hair—but his body was anything but. His polo shirt stretched to the breaking point over his chest and shoulders, and his arms were as thick as Jason’s waist. His casual trousers looked ordinary at first glance, but the lower half was bizarre: something enormous was coiled and bundled inside, shifting heavily whenever he moved. Everyone in this company seemed to have bodies like this.
Jason took a window seat in the back. The supervisor sat right next to him.
The sheer size of the man made the seat feel cramped; Jason’s shoulder brushed against the supervisor’s massive arm. The supervisor smiled casually and signaled the driver to go.
The mountain road was rough and bumpy. Every jolt rocked the bus, and the supervisor’s huge frame leaned slightly toward Jason.
Jason stole a glance and noticed something strange. The supervisor’s suit trousers were growing tighter. The already-prominent bulge swelled further with each vibration, the fabric straining as if it might tear.
The supervisor kept his eyes fixed out the window, jaw clenched, but one hand briefly slipped inside his trousers before pulling back out. His breathing grew rougher. He was clearly trying to restrain himself—fisting his hand and taking deep breaths. The front of his trousers was already damp, soaked through with pre-cum.
Jason looked away, but the heat in his own body intensified.
After about thirty minutes, the bus stopped and the doors opened. Jason’s breath caught in his throat.
It was a skyscraper construction site. Yet there were almost no cranes.
Instead, there were giants.
Men lifting steel beams with their bare hands.
Pouring concrete dozens of meters up without machinery.
Every one of them stood around 190 cm, their bodies pure muscle weighing 350–400 kg. Arms thicker than Jason’s waist, chests nearly a meter deep. Their work clothes stretched to the limit, muscles rippling visibly with every movement.
And below the belt.
Trousers bulged obscenely. Half-erect cocks ranging from 70 cm to over a meter swayed heavily. It was shocking that they didn’t hinder the work at all.
Jason stood frozen.
The supervisor began explaining from beside him.
“See those men handling the steel beams? They lift them easily without cranes. That’s the core of our technology.”
The supervisor’s voice remained calm and controlled. Yet his suit trousers stayed taut, the wet patch from pre-cum even more visible. He kept his expression neutral and his gaze fixed on the site, clearly fighting his body’s reaction with every ounce of restraint.
Then every worker’s eyes turned toward Jason at once.
A man in his mid-40s set down a beam and approached.
He’d already pulled his trousers down slightly and was slowly stroking his enormous cock. Pre-cum flowed endlessly, soaking his hand and the ground; his trousers were drenched from multiple loads already.
“Huff… huff… new guy’s here.”
He stared straight at Jason and stroked harder.
“Small, soft body… huff… already smells ready. You’ll be like us soon. Then I’ll be the first to fill you up.”
Another worker putting concrete walked over, helmet off.
He too had his trousers halfway down, gripping a cock nearly 90 cm long and panting with a grin. Pre-cum poured in streams, pooling on the ground; even after another spurt of cum, the shaft stayed rock-hard.
“Huff… gets me hard, rookie. Dying to show you how big I am… huff.”
He stepped closer to Jason, shaking his cock as he continued stroking.
“Grow fast… huff… don’t keep that hole waiting.”
The site reeked of sweat and cum.
Workers paired off mid-task, grabbing each other and fucking right in the open. Endless loads sprayed without pause.
Jason’s legs shook.
Awe and overwhelming arousal. His own trousers were uncomfortably wet now.
The supervisor tapped Jason’s shoulder and whispered. His suit trousers were still soaked, pre-cum seeping through.
“Those men are our core workforce. Thanks to the special nutrition program.
You’ll be just like them in a week.
Or maybe… it’s already started.”
Jason’s mind went blank.
That meal he’d eaten the moment he arrived. Those pills.
They were already inside him.
Heat surged through his chest, and his trousers grew wetter.
Jason took a slow breath and murmured.
“…Yeah. It’s already started.”
And… I want this.
On the bus ride back, the driver started the engine again. The supervisor sat beside Jason as before, face composed, staring out the window. But his suit trousers remained taut and soaked.
Jason’s eyes were no longer ordinary.