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