He showed up late, covered in tattoos, with tired eyes and zero clue what it means to "earn a day’s work." No real work ethic, no tools of his own… but something told me he was eager — just needed the right kind of discipline. So I took him with me to a plumbing job — his first day. The moment we stepped into the client’s home, I saw how lost he was. No focus, no skills. But that body? Willing. That attitude? In need of correction. I decided to test him. Right there. His strength. His obedience. His… resistance. Turns out, that pretty mouth of his? Surprisingly useful. I had to teach him a few new tricks — and he learned fast. Let’s just say… he made a mess of his first job in more ways than one. And he didn’t seem to mind at all