Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2004 11:20:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan Thompson <brymant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Primed at the Pump, Part 4

Jack reached up and pulled a lever which dropped the bar with my bound
wrists, lowering Matt and me to our knees.  "The way I see it, you owe me
cocksucker!  Lets see if you can pay off your debt.  If I feel your
teeth, you'll regret the day you were born!" And with that, he thrust his
cock at my mouth.  At first I resisted, then he kicked me in the balls
with his work boot and I opened my mouth.  He thrust his still limp dick
in.  Matt looked at me sympathetically, he was still gagged with my
underwear.

"You'll get your turn too sissy boy!" Jack glowered at Matt.  He turned
his attention back to me.  "Looks like you're going to be spending the
rest of the summer tied up in my garage boy, because you're not trying
hard enough."  He pulled his dick back out of my mouth and said, "I guess
I need to figure out some other way for you to pay off your debt.  I've
got a lot of fucking car repairs I have to get done today, I guess you
can help out with that."

I would have been relieved--both to be untied and to get out of sucking
his cock--but I didn't know a single thing about car repair.  As it
turned out, it didn't matter.  He wasn't planning to use me as a
mechanic, but rather as a tool bench.  He pulled the lever to raise us to
our feet again, this time slightly higher so I had to stand on my tip
toes to support my weight.  He walked out of the garage, Matt and I
looked at each other, we had a minute to talk, but I couldn't think of
anything to ask him that he could answer without words.  Instead, I
furiously began to attempt to undo the knot binding my hands to the bar.
What kind of a nutcase was this guy?  What if some customer came in and
saw him with two buck-naked guys tied up in his garage?  The sweat poured
down my neck and chest as I raced against time to try to get the rope
undone.  I wasn't sure what I'd do if I did get free - where were my
clothes and carkeys?  I was so overwhelmed I couldn't even remember.  I
glanced at Matt - he seemed resigned to his fate, and wasn't even
struggling with his bonds.  Even as scared as I was, I couldn't help but
enjoy how hot that body of his looked suspended from the bar.  His huge
cock and balls hung limply in front of him.  What a shame our fuck
session had ended so miserably.

SUCCESS!  I felt the knot begin to loosen. Maybe I'd escape this hell
hole after all.  I frantically worked the ropes until I almost had it
loose enough to pull one wrist free.  Just a little bit more... Matt
looked up at my progress.  Then he spat the underwear from his mouth and
yelled, "Jack!  He's gonna escape!!"

My mouth dropped open in utter shock at the betrayal.  My shoulders and
my spirits drooped as Jack rushed back into the garage.  What the hell
was this game?  What kind of a nightmare had I wandered into?  Jack
smirked at me as he lowered the bar and refastened the ropes binding my
hands.  He grabbbed another piece of rope and wrapped it around and
through both wrists and repeatedly around the bar.  He raised the bar
again to standing position. My one chance at escape had evaporated.  I
glared with sheer hatred at Matt.  Jack roughly grabbed my balls and
pulled hard on them until I cried out in pain.

"You'll stay tied up until we're finished with you! . . .So, our little
game is up Kid, lets untie you." he said, looking at Matt.  He reached up
and undid the ropes that were holding Matt beside me.  Matt rubbed his
wrists as he turned to face me.  Then he reached down and rubbed his cock
and smiled at me seductively, still not saying a word.

"OK - lets see if a car repair session will put this City Boy in more of
a mood to service my dick, shall we?  Get me my tools! and push that
Chevy in here, we need to rebuild the carburetor" he ordered Matt who
returned with a tool box and then--still naked--began to push a beat up
Chevy truck into the bay   What the hell did these guys have in
mind? Unfortunately, I was about to find out.

To be continued