Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 10:40:28 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: THE GARAGE MECHANIC. Part 4.

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I followed Earl from the bathroom gripping his hand firmly. I could see the
muscles moving across his taut, silky brown backside. My cock, which was still
rock hard, twitched.
"We'll use this bedroom," he said opening a different door, "it's better
equipped."
The room was a little bigger than the first. There was another large bed
covered with an off white rubber sheet, and a few pillows. At all four corners the
legs continued up from the floor about 18 inches, they had large metal rings
attached to them. One on each top and a couple each down the sides. The only
other furniture was a large cupboard. I was beginning to get used to weird
things now, but as I looked at the ceiling my jaw dropped, apart from a few inches
around the sides, it was covered in mirror tiles.
Earl chuckled when he saw my face. "You'll love watching yourself in that
baby. Now lie face down in the middle of the bed, legs apart."
I did as I was told. Earl grabbed a couple of pillows and stuffed them under
my belly, raising my bum higher in the air.
"Don't!" I gasped as he took hold of my stiffy and tried to pull it back. "
You'll break it!"
"OK, OK," he said with a chuckle. "guess I won't be able to lick it while I'
m licking your hole anyway."
I blushed again. "Was he really going to put his tongue there?" I wondered, "
he must really think a lot of me to do that."
He let go of my prick and I wriggled my ass to get it lying comfortably on
top of the pillows under me. It was really hard again, and I felt my foreskin
roll back and the sticky wetness of precum on my belly. I felt Earl's hands on
my thighs and he pushed my hairy white legs further apart. I twisted my head
and was able to see him bury his head between my legs. Then I felt him run his
tongue from the base of my balls to the top of my ass crack., he did it several
times sending shudders through my body. Then he stopped and I felt his tongue
pushing against my virgin hole. Earl must have folded it into a V, because it
felt quite stiff.
"Now try and relax your hole for me baby."
I tried to relax as his tongue poked at my hole, and after a few jabs I felt
the tip enter me. It sort of tickled. I squirmed, tightening my sphincter,
then remembering Earl's instructions I forced myself to relax. I began to get
used to the intruder up my bum. I can only say that the sensations his tongue
gave me and the emotional state I was in made me fell like I was in heaven. He
tongued fucked me for several minutes until I was moaning in pleasure as he got
more of his tongue inside me.
"I think we'll get you into another position baby." He said, leaning back.
He removed the pillows. My boy hole was missing his tongue already.
"Roll over onto your back Mark."
As I turned he got off the bed and went and opened the cupboard. He came back
to the bed with some thin soft rope. I stared.
"Still trust me Mark?" he asked as he smiled that smile at me.
I nodded and looked up at my reflection in the tiles. My prick was pointing
to my chin and I could see precum glistening on my belly. I looked back at Earl
as he tied a rope around my left ankle. His prick was hard, but not rigid.
Then he tied a rope around my right ankle. He moved up and tied ropes to both my
wrists. I just lay there. I felt sexy as hell and totally relaxed, the drugs
of course. Earl tied my right wrist to the bottom ring on the one head
bedpost, then my left to the other post the same. They were tight and pulled my arms
apart, but not enough to cause me pain. The rope was soft and didn't burn. He
smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"Now for your legs," he said, "if you feel too uncomfortable let me know."
Earl ran the ankle ropes through the top rings then he tightened the left
until my leg was in the air and pulled apart. He did the same with the right and
I lay immobilized before him, my ass and hole fully exposed. I looked up and
could see my bright red face, and how vulnerable I looked. But I felt oh, so,
sexy!
"Not to tight is it ki .. Mark?"
"It's OK." I told him.
"Fancy another drink before we start?" he asked.
"Please Earl, my mouth's gone dry again."
He went to the cupboard and returned with another flask. He lifted my head
and gave me a long drink, placing the flask on the floor when I finished. Then
he placed a couple of pillows under my head so that I could look down my body
in comfort, and by leaning back I could also see what was going on in the
ceiling tiles. Earl fumbled under the bed and came up holding a broad leather strap
that was attached to the side of the bed.
"I'm just going to secure your body Mark, so that you don't hurt yourself if
you get too excited."
Of course I believed him. What with the drugs and my puppy-dog crush I
trusted him implicitly. I'd have done anything he asked of me.
Earl ran the strap across my chest, it ran from my arm pits to just above my
little red nipples. Before he could fully tighten it off he had to adjust the
ropes to my legs, loosen them so that my torso was flat on the bed. Then he
felt under the bed and came up with another belt. This one ran over my hips just
above my pubes to about an inch below my navel. He tightened it off.
"Not too tight Mark?"
"Not really," I answered, "but I can't move at all."
"That'll just heighten your pleasure  when you cum." Earl told me with a
chuckle and a wink.
I stared down my body as his head went between my stretched legs. He lapped
up and down my ass crack a few times. I desperately wanted his tongue back
inside me and I was rewarded as he began to tongue fuck me again. My hole taking
his tongue with ease. After twenty or so jabs Earl looked up and caught my eye.
He stared hard then sucked his thick middle finger getting it wet. I gulped,
I guessed what was coming and wanted it, but his finger was so long and thick.
Then I thought how good his tongue felt, his finger must feel better, I
blushed as I wondered if he could get his big black prick up there! Still staring
at me he moved his hand until his finger was on my pucker. I gulped again, I
felt him begin to press forward, I concentrated on relaxing and his finger slid
in halfway with ease. I exhaled loudly, it felt good inside me. Earl held his
finger still.
"OK baby?" he asked.
"Shit yes." I gasped. "Fuck me with your finger." I was surprised at my
rudeness.
He grinned and pushed more of his finger up me until he hit my ass cheeks,
then he started to fuck me. He'd pull his finger nearly all the way out then
push it all the way back. It felt so good, the alone problem was that I couldn't
move my body as the most pleasurable sensations coursed through my body. My
prick was as hard as it had ever been, and precum was trickling onto my belly. I
was moaning softly, my eyes shut.
"Baby." Earl called out. "Watch."
I opened my eyes and saw him put the first two fingers of his left hand into
his mouth. He grinned wickedly at me and moved his hand towards my bum. As he
withdrew his right hand finger he pushed the other two fingers straight into
me. I winced and automatically tightened my sphincter. Earl stopped with his
fingers in me up to the middle knuckle, I took a couple of deep breaths while
Earl bought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. He was eating my boy
juices, he must love me I thought. I relaxed and Earl pushed his fingers
forward, a jolt of pleasure ran through me as they hit something inside me. My prick
oozed precum.
"That's your prostate baby, my playing with it will make you feel so good."
He wasn't lying, as he played with it, sending me crazy with lust, I knew
that my third orgasm wasn't far away. Not being able to move was certainly
intensifying the sensations running through my sweating body. I was disappointed
when he drew his fingers back and started flexing them, I realised he was trying
to make my hole bigger, for his prick I hoped. I watched fascinated as he put
three fingers of his right hand into his mouth and got them wet with saliva.
As he drew his two fingers out he dropped a mouthful of spit on my hole and
pushed the three fingers in. I was ready this time and hardly tightened my
sphincter at all. Earl went in to the middle knuckles again and began opening and
closing his fingers as he twisted them about, he was really opening up my hole.
Every now and then he drop another mouthful of spit onto my hole as
lubrication. I couldn't believe how great it felt and I tossed my head from side to side
as I felt my orgasm getting ever nearer. Then I realised I could hear voices
in the distance, it sounded if they were above me, but I put them to the back
of my mind as Earl stuck his fourth finger in me.
"Fuck me Earl, fuck me." I heard myself say, as my head thrashed about even
wilder. (the drugs were really doing their job.)
"Soon baby, soon." Earl crooned, his big thick fingers sending me wild with
lust.
"Oh Earl!" I cried out. "I think I'm going to cum again."
At that the door opened and Tony the garage owner walked in. I just
registered that he was naked and carrying a flask, when he reached the bed and knelt on
it, his head by my throbbing prick.
"OK Earl," he said in his posh voice, "prostate."
He put his hand under my rock hard prick lifting it as far from my straining
body as it would go, which wasn't very far. At the same time Earl withdrew two
fingers and pushed the other two further up my hot moist chute and started
fingering my prostate. That was it, straining against my bonds as I tried to
arch my back I shot a jet of hot boycum, it hit the wall behind my head, some of
it landing in my hair and down my body. Before my second blast Tony had taken
my prick into his mouth and as I shot, time and time again, I could hear him
greedily swallowing. I felt no embarrassment at Tony's being there, my whole
being was focussed on my shooting prick.
I slowly came back to earth, now I felt uncomfortable, I wanted to lay my
body flat. Tony lifted his head off my prick, and stood at the side of the bed. I
looked down my body, I couldn't believe it. I was still hard! Glancing at
Tony I noticed that apart from his beer-belly he looked remarkably fit, but his
body was covered in black hair. Then I saw his prick, it was stiff, jutting
straight from his body, only a bit longer than mine, 6 inches say, but it must
have been over three times thicker, like a small beer can! I just accepted him
being there, I felt no shame, but I realised I wanted to piss really bad, how I
was going to do it with a raging hard on I didn't know.
"I'm a bit uncomfortable now Earl," I said, "and I need to piss real bad,
like in the next ten seconds. Can you untie me now."
"Oh, you don't get untied for a while yet young man." It was Tony talking. "
We've got other plans for you."
"But Earl promised." I whined. "He said he wouldn't let me get
uncomfortable, he wouldn't hurt me." I may not have been embarrassed, but I was getting a
little scared.
"That's as maybe," Tony answered his voice getting stern, "but Earl works
for me, and I decide what goes on."
I looked at Earl who just shrugged his shoulders.
"BUT I NEED TO PISS!" I shouted, getting desperate.
"No problem." Tony replied, leering. "We're well equipped here."
He reached under the bed and came up holding a tube which he placed over my
prick, to about halfway down my shaft. He angled my prick so that my knob was
lower than my shaft.
"Piss away." He told me.
And I pissed, relief flooding through me. As I emptied my bladder I was sure
I could hear voices up above me again.
End of part four, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
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Paul.This work is copyrighted to the author copyright January 2005.