The door swung open.
"I'm here to maintain the-" As usual Larry the landlord barged in without knocking. Only this time he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw me.
"Oh the what?" I asked casually, as I felt my pendulous cock swinging between my legs.
"Umm...The radiators" Larry mumbled and averted his gaze. "I can come back later..."
"Nonsense, I'll just be doing some chores, you go right on ahead."
"Oh...Okay then," he shuffled his feet still looking at the ground. "Umm did you know you were naked?"
"Oh I hope you don't mind. We're both men here." I smirk. "You probably seen hundreds just like mine in the changing rooms."
"No-no... You're right, It's not like I don't have one just like it. Yep. Bigger even..." He nervously trailed off "You know what I'll just get started."
He then shuffled over to the (perfectly working) radiator.
"All right. Try to keep it down this time" I added reveling in the control his newfound insecurity had granted me.
I then set about doing stuff around the house that made ensured I'd keep crossing his path, offering tea and asking friendly questions about what he was doing, and what was wrong with the heating system. Every time he kept his head down and tried not to look at the giant dick, flopping around obscenely inches from his face while he mumbled some incoherent response.
After he pretended to bang about for a few minutes he got up.
"Well all done, I'll just get going." He packed up his tools and started to head for the door.