Paddy Cotterill is a staunchly heterosexual, quick-fisted unemployed Irish labourer.

He is no stranger to the world of men who like to challenge and be challenged ... but, when he meets a team of blokes who enjoy a very different sort of physical challenge game-playing ... they introduce him things that boggle his mind.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: photos used to illustrate this story
are a few of my favourites found on the Internet.
If owners of any photo will contact me I will credit the source or, upon request, immediately remove the picture.

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1 - THE ART OF SEDUCTION

Paddy Cotterill was bored. He hadn't had a good fuck in weeks.
Must be losing his touch - or was it because, since being made redundant, he didn't have the price of a couple of drinks in his pocket?
This morning (early) at the gym he thought he might be onto a good thing with a tasty piece of tottie, but she settled for young Terry. Flash bastard! Twat! Fuck him. Still, Paddy consoled himself, her loss. Slag!

His mind returned to his immediate needs. After the gym he'd taken his old bike for a bit of an extended spin for ten minutes. It's engine needed a breath of air. With the price of petrol, it didn't get used much. He'd even worn his old leather bike jacket in the hope it might arouse a bit of female lust. But, no. A couple of possibles had both given him the thumbs down.
So, nothing for it but another session in front of his computer screen. A hand-job into a hanki again, while he trawled the porn sites.

After stripping off his tracksuit pants and sweaty briefs (he hadn't bothered to shower after the gym - some women appreciate a bit of man-sweat) he covered the desk chair with a towel. No need to get it more stained than it already is, he told himself ... and keep your track suit top on (He was getting into the habit of not using the central heating).

Wedging bare feet back into his hi-tops, he surveyed himself in his full-length mirror. The look suited him. Not bad for an out-of-work thirty-two-year-old, he told himself. Legs muscular and tanned, and even under a bulky sweat-top, his upper body promised something impressive underneath. Got to stay in trim in case work came along ... and stay in shape for the ladies, he reminded himself.
His hair looked OK; recently tightly cropped, number one on the sides and two on top. DIY job with the clippers to save the expense. It suggested a slightly military look. Not that he had any time for that army shit. Some fuck-ups would take any sort of job. But, perhaps the military high-and-tight did appeal to some slags more than the tangle-headed look he'd sported on building sites for the past however long. His thick ginger mop had often attracted lustful looks from both women and a certain kind of bloke. A head of hair did give them something to hang onto during a good energetic fuck.

The hair around his crotch was still thick and curly, he observed - and the long, fat roll of flesh was enough to impress, even when limp as it was at this moment. Soon put that straight, he thought - and then smiled at his unintentional double meaning. God, he was randy. He massaged his dick.

His mind dragged him back to heady days on construction sites all over Europe , when British guys were still something exotic for local females. And ashore off the rigs for Rest Days in Aberdeen when he was a teenager. Easy pickings then - and plenty of money in his pocket. A casual fuck for the price of a Campari and soda or good blow-job for a pint at a push. Problem back then was staying uninvolved enough to be available when something more tasty turned up - which was often. Steer clear of complications had always been his motto. The only complication these days was what it needed to make a DIY hand job more satisfying than they'd been lately. A solo wank needed at least eye-candy to help it along.
He settled down at the computer.

*****

His Favourites list was wearing thin. Busty German tarts and thick-lipped middle-Europeans leering out from behind masks of make-up. Or the more homely sites where housewives from Slough competed with transvestites from Thailand .
Even the less frequently visited kinky sites with leather and handcuffs or plastic-wrapped sirens were losing some of their exotic appeal. The Dominatrix thing did nothing for him. He just needed a good strait-forward screw; nothing complicated.

Find fresh sites, he told himself. A quick Google - but Google on what? He was only window-shopping, for God's sake. Paddy's mind was on auto-pilot when he typed in NEED SEXUAL OPPORTUNITIES.

A list came up. At the top was "Guys needed for Ladies". The flashy banner promised EARN £100 PER HOUR - but Paddy was a realist. He knew a come-on when he saw one: Registration fees, hidden extras, lure you into the site and then ask a pound a minute and your Credit Card details. No fucking way! He needed pictures and needed them now.

Seductively, the next two banner headlines promised "Sexual Satisfaction In Asia " and "Opportunities to spread your seed in Bangkok " . Bangkok nothing. He didn't have the fare to Basingstoke .

Further down the list, another £100 sign did cause him to look closer.
"Genuine opportunity to earn £100 next Wednesday."
A click on the link was immediately disappointing - no photos. The modest screen showed a series of shaded frames within frames. This created the illusion of a deep perspective, drawing the eye in.
A stylish monogram announcing THE AGENCY headed the page.

"Are you healthy, active, adventurous?
We are recruiting men who have got what it takes.
WE PAY YOU for an evaluation session.
£100 cash-in-hand for a day of your time."

Seduced, Paddy clicked the NEXT button.

A similarly elegant screen was again headed THE AGENCY - still no pictures. Definitely a commercial site of some sort, decided Paddy. He was sceptical but continued to read the smaller print:

"Our discreet International network requires men of stamina and imagination.
A Recruitment Team will assess the potential of selected candidates in a day long series of highly challenging aptitude exercises. What do you have that other people might want? What do you want that our Clients might have?"

Paddy's cock stirred into life. He knew exactly what he wanted - SEXUAL OPPORTUNITIES for Christ's sake! The ambiguity of the wording was pissing him off. What was it getting at?
Healthy, active, adventurous? The question on the previous page had stuck in his mind.
He was all of those things. He remained cynical, but couldn't resist clicking the next NEXT button. He'd got nothing better to do.

The new page made him lean further forward in his seat. The type was smaller - and the same set of shaded borders inside borders seemed to pull the eye even deeper into the screen. Hang on! Paddy was suddenly aware that the lettering on each screen was just slightly smaller than the previous. Subtle. Sneaky, he decided - but dragged his chair further forward to read more.

"If you have what it takes to arouse our interest WE WILL PAY YOU for a day of your time whether or not we eventually offer you a position OR if you decide not to accept any offer we might make. ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH?"

With growing interest Paddy paused in his reading. He'd always been a risk-taker and could never resist a fucking challenge - and he was certainly man enough for any of the bastards: a succession of pissed-off site foremen could vouch for that. Paddy knew how to fight his corner and come out on top.

"During a comprehensive range of tests, a team of professionals will assess your potential in terms of our requirements. The day will be both physically and mentally challenging, and will probe deeply into your individual assets."

At this point Paddy's enthusiasm faded. This is obviously one of those Gay sites, he decided, and fuck that for a game of soldiers! Probe deeply into my nothing, he told the screen. Fuck you, ducky. My individual assets are not for you! ...
... but then, out of curiosity, he continued to read.

 "Personal sexual orientation is respected.
THE AGENCY caters for a discreet and discerning range of Clients world-wide. Our present recruitment drive is specifically for Men of Action who welcome a challenge and can handle themselves in any situation. They need to be physically fit and healthy because, when necessary they may be required to take control and be able to keep it in the face of opposition."

Paddy's mind conjured up images of mercenaries and bodyguards. He'd often fancied himself in either role. He had the bottle. Is that what was on offer? But, hang on ... he'd found his way to this site via SEXUAL OPPORTUNITIES.
"Sexual orientation respected." he read again. What the fuck did that mean?
Then the more practical side of his brain reminded him "We will pay you £100 whether or not you take the job."
At the bottom of the screen it said, "To find out more, it will be necessary for you to complete the questionnaire on the following web page."
Oh, yes! thought Paddy, here comes the catch. But immediately above the NEXT button, was a very reassuring final line of text:

AT THIS POINT WE DO NOT NEED TO KNOW YOUR TRUE IDENTITY

So what harm was there in pressing the button.

In large letters the page was headed RECRUITMENT.
The questionnaire below looked businesslike. "Check only the boxes which apply to you," it said. Fair enough. The list was long, but Paddy had nothing better to do.

AGE RANGE 21/30 - 31/40 - 41/50: Wow, men of action at fifty, thought Paddy - and then he had to decide whether to push his luck and check the 21/30 box. But at 32 - what the hell, he thought. Take it or leave it fruit-cake, and checked the middle box before moving quickly though the categories; height / weight / nationality / ethnic / marital status / hair colour, etc., etc.

Irish - white - separated he checked off. No problems there. Sandy sounded better than ginger ... What the fuck does ... DOMICILED IN mean? Oh - South London - he chose the box from a range of British locations.

PHYSICAL CONDITION: No problem there. He chose Extremely fit without hesitation.

CURRENT EMPLOYMENT STATUS: he selected the Freelance box rather than Unemployed. Fuck 'em, this was all only for something to do on a boring Thursday morning.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: The fact that there were several options under this heading gave him pause for thought. After hetero / homo / bi came sexually active / passive / both ... which prompted an unintentional detour. The phrase 'none of the above' sprang to his mind. Three weeks without a fuck!
He ticked the Hetero and Active boxes before moving on, only to be pulled up short by a very complicated-looking section:

FETISH PREFERENCES? Suddenly he felt suspicious - no - self-conscious. There was nothing kinky about Paddy Cotterill. Straight as a fucking die and proud of it - and he'd mangle anybody who suggested otherwise. Always had been and always would be. But, all of a sudden he was feeling a bit left out.
He scanned down the panel: two columns, each with ten boxes. Wow - what was this, a kink-fest site?

He read down the list carefully - and felt slightly - what? - unsettled - uninteresting?
Risk-taker he might be, but he'd always steered clear of ... a lot of things. But then, he thought to himself, if given the challenge - what might he be up for? Just suppose ...

His eye lingered on a couple of categories on the list: Leather. PVC and then there was Oilskin. He'd got bike leathers and a rain suit ... and had sweated his nuts off in PVC work gear a lot of his life in bad weather. With a sense of bravado, he dropped ticks into all three boxes.

Boots/Wellies/Waders? Well, two of them anyway. No, what the hell, all three. On the docks in Aberdeen , he'd often envied trawlermen stomping around in their thigh-high rubber boots.

Stiletto heels/cross dressing No way. What the hell is Infantilism? Oh that! - thanks but no thanks. He kept the cursor well away from those boxes.

Rubber - not really - cold and clammy - but he did quite get off when occasionally he'd had to wear a dry suit to work "over the edge" on the rigs, he remembered. Getting togged up, squeezing into an old neck-entry - needing help to get out of the fucking thing when you're fingers were freezing. Having to piss in it because it was such a performance to get out of. Jokes about being rubbered-up - trapped in a man-size condom. Good times. Go for it!
And, sealed up in those the survival suits, mandatory whenever being ferried by helicopter to and from the rigs. It was pushing it, but he ticked Anti Exposure / Hazardous Materials gear. What the hell, just for a lark.

Bondage - now there's a biggy A couple of birds had had handcuffs (one even had fur-lined ones. He'd been afraid of breaking them). As his mind wandered back to a couple of prostitutes who'd suggested tying him to their bed and having they wicked way with him, his cock stiffened. No way! Never. He wasn't into that sort of pervert stuff.

But then he thought, occasions around different construction sites and rigs on long evenings, pissing about - blokes got jumped and tied up - taped up, just for the hell of it - something to do. That had been a laugh. Sometimes things had turned a bit aggressive - opportunity for grievance pay-back under cover of ... fun. And God knows, he'd been arrested and handcuffed enough times after a pub brawl over the years. Could be quite a blast - provoking some dumb copper. Bastards. Scary sometimes but - Great times. Yeh! Tick the fucking box. That only left Piss, Shit, Fist-fucking - and you can forget those, Mary. Thanks, but never in a million ...

His mind wandered back to rough-and-tumbles when he'd been jumped and tied up by somebody he'd pissed off - hosed down once when he'd been in his oilskins, he remembered. Ganged up on. Good times! - and his cock was stirring - but he reminded himself to move on. There's a time and place for everything. What's left? Oh fuck!

EDUCATIONAL QUALIFICATIONS (list): and a box to fill in.
Comprehensive school, he typed - and then had to Spell-check it to make sure he'd spelt it right.

As he scrolled down the screen, he was surprised to find only one more box to type into, followed by a slot inviting him to give a name 'Which can be an alias,' he was reassured to read. Plus day time telephone number (obligatory) and E-mail address (optional).

He speculated how wise it was to give a phone number. Obligatory, but E-mail optional. He thought it should have been the other way round but, lulled into a sense of false security, he typed in his phone number. He had an answer machine and often monitored incoming calls, he told himself.

For a name, he used one he'd used before when signing on the dole with two different identities. Jack Offerton, he typed with a self-satisfied smile.

Now - only the final box to type - which he'd already decided would give him no problems - except, would the box be big enough?

PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT (list) plus any additional comment:
He typed carefully: Apprenticeship car mechanic / scaffold rigger / oil rigs / welder / general construction site work / roofer / HGV driver. He paused to think - and the Irish in Patrick tempted him to continue the list into champion stud / champion drinker and brawler / fuck-anything-that-moves ... but instead, he decided to finish off with a flourish. Risk-taker. Can not resist a challenge, he wrote triumphantly and pressed the SEND button.

Immediately he had second thoughts - but, like many other times in his life, Paddy Cotterill was a creature of impulse. Fuck yous all -Bastards! - had always been his motto in life.
There were a couple of mucky magazines in the cupboard and he needed a wank.

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