We are sorry to announce that the 19:03 service has been cancelled. Great. The perfect announcement you needed to hear as you had taken the non-direct train to get home faster. But instead, not only did the first train get delayed missing the connection home, you’re now stuck.

For another hour.

In a rough town you didn’t really know, and nothing around the station you knew would even have anything open, or really anything to do. Maybe there would be a takeaway or something open you could warm up inside for a short while without looking too awkward. But it didn’t feel sensible. You sighed, looking at the tracks. The day went reasonably well until now.

Then you smelt something. Slightly musty around your face. Slightly sweaty. Then a material felt across your mouth. The feeling of a glove from a thickly padded nitrile glove.

You were span to face the figure standing right behind you. You did not know there was someone behind you. You had assumed that you had been left at this station with nobody else - all of the other people on the train had left. But someone else definitely was still around.

Your eyes see orange. Fluorescent orange. Hi vis orange. Of a jacket with a logo. You naturally look upwards to see the face of the figure.

You slowly allow your eyes to adjust from the orange to see their face. The first thing you see is a slight light and glow from eyes. Eyes that seem to swirl in an abnormal orange and black pattern. Pulsating outwards. In a spiral formation. You look deeper into them.

You loose track of what thoughts are in your head. You try to think but staring into the eyes feels easier than allowing a coherent thought to spin around in your head. The fear in your head slowly fading, as the cog running your thoughts slow. And stop.

You feel a slight force and you feel your body conform to instructions. You thought you heard an instruction but no sound made its way through to your mind. Your legs move to kneeling. You no longer see the swirling pattern of eyes but instead right in front of you is orange. Comforting orange.

Pushing your head closer into the orange you feel the material. The thick comforting workwear. And the smell. The smell of the material. The musk emitted from the crotch of the figure. You feel lost in it.

You feel your conscious mind slowly pull away. Almost like your person is pulled away from a movie screen and pushed into the front row comfortable seat. Unable to control movements and actions, but very much aware and able to watch what was going on.

A zipper is opened on the figure. The figures penis, erect, emerges from the orange. Almost if on cue, you allow it to be pushed into your open drooling mouth. You feel your mouth suck, and provide perfect resistance.

You allow yourself to be used. In and out. Like a tool, until you feel the cum make its way down your throat. Without any resistance from your mind.

Your mind is confused. On a platform. In public. But your body doesn’t comply. No emotion is shown.

Instead, your body rises under the full spell of the figure, no wait, your boss. You can’t even see the face of your boss. You try but all you see is the eyes, telling you to relax.

You follow him through a door marked for staff only. Inside a small dimly lit space with benches, cages, documents and a few lockers.

Before any chance of regaining control you are handed clothing. Used clothing. Dirty clothing. Clothing you can already smell. The smell only going straight to your own penis.

You remove your shoes, socks, tracksuit and even boxer shorts methodically. You pick up the clothing and slowly put on the jockstrap. Then the orange workwear. All of it orange, thick outdoor hi vis.

Next is boots, steel toe capped boots. You feel heavier than you already were. But you stand to attention. You stare deep into the figures eyes. The swirling colours seep deeper and deeper, pulling your conscious further back into a dream like state. He places a hard hat onto your head. Cementing the state of your mind.

You await instruction.

Instruction comes. You follow the figure. He takes you to another room. Others identical stand up straight.

You feel hours of heavy lifting. You never did heavy lifting, you worked in an office. But you lift. Safely. Your body just knows somehow how to do such a thing.

You follow large locomotives, you can feel the roar of their engines as they pass right by you. You instinctively know the right safe distance and signal.

Hours upon hours until your memory becomes a little hazy.

Then you fall asleep.

Awaken at a startle. You’re in your bed, you can move and feel in control. But you move and hear the sounds of a plasticy material. You look down at yourself.

You are dressed in full hi vis still. Your arms feel sore, your chest feels sore. Your legs feel sore. But sore in a good way. They feel bigger, stronger.

You feel in the pocket, and pull out a card. It has your face, but not your name. And that you’re a safe worker. This doesn’t feel like you, but the memories, the boss. All of it you watched happen. And you allowed it to happen.

You slowly get up and peel out of the hi vis. A slight comfort you felt in it being removed. Almost like removing a layer of skin.

You see the time on your nightstand. You need to get ready for your office job. At least you worked remotely but you barely had time to get ready, shower. Wow, you realised you stunk. Upon sniffing you instantly gave yourself a boner. A boner that caused the shower to take a delay while you looked after yourself.

You almost forgot what had happened by lunch time. Work had been tough, and in a way same as always. Technically challenging but at least you got paid for it. You didn’t enjoy it too much, but not hated it enough to need to quit.

Meeting. Boards. Tickets. Emails. All through the small screen on your desk. Typing away, the keys pressing into a machine that eventually produced enough money to allow you to live.

By the end of the shift, you went outside for a walk. Feeling slightly stiff still, you get some groceries for a meal. You felt like needing some protein which was a slightly odd thought. Either way you were happy to oblige.

Then it was approaching 8pm. You were slowly getting ready for sleep, but then your phone pinged. Your bank notification. A slight fear - money wasn’t actually doing too well lately so you wondered what was being paid now.

“💸 Rail Network £150”

Then a text from the same company. An explanation of some form.

“Want another shift?”

No way to reply - it was not from a number. You looked at the amount. You had thoughts - you weren’t even in control of yourself. You sucked off some random, boss, manager, on a platform. The thoughts raced in your head.

But you knew, you walked over to the pile of hi vis you peeled out of earlier. You pick up the jockstrap on top and lift it to your face. Taking a deep breath, and with another hand holding your penis. You give yourself a quick jerk. The thoughts stopped almost instantly.

You see yourself in the mirror. Your eyes. Their blue lights slightly, and then swirl. Orange and black. Almost reprogramming your mind back into the exact same state it was last night. And you allowed it. Enjoyed it. Craved it more.

Your body knew the rest of your uniform. You knew your instructions. You knew your job.