How long had it been since I'd made this fateful stop at "Jack's Service Station for Sadistic Sexual Torture"? I could hardly even remember what it felt like to not have my wrists tied to a bar over my head. After shooting jism all over me and taking my photograph, Jack asked me if I was ready to serve him like a good cocksucker. When I didn't answer him, he ripped the duct tape off my mouth.
"You ready to take my big dick boy and earn your freedom?" I can't explain why, but somehow I was so angry with him, I couldn't give him the satisfaction of submitting to him. I'd sucked a lot of cocks in my life, but I'd never been forced to against my will before. So, knowing I'd probably be sorry, I spat out "No way! - I'm in too much fucking pain - You have to get these clamps off of me and untie me before we can talk about a blowjob."
"Still playing hard to get are you boy? Well, if you want the clamps off - I'm happy to oblige you. He reached across and treated me to the worst pain I'd ever experienced. If I thought they'd hurt going on, it was nothing like the excruciating pain when he removed those makeshift tit clamps. The teeth of the clamps had been embedded into me and weighted for so long, it felt like he had ripped the nipples right off my chest. I screamed in pain and frustration. He then proceeded to unclamp my balls - they'd grown so numb in the clamp that I could hardly feel them as he roughly loosened the clamp and slapped my cock and balls back and forth with his hand.
"Is that what the little faggot wants? Let's see if we can get you hard and horny boy - then you'll take my cock! You'll have a hard-on when I get through with you and you'll be begging me for my dick in your mouth!"
Over the next hour Jack attempted to work his oafish, psychotic, deranged charm on me. Typical of his erratic behavior, he first attempted to arouse me by hooking a shop vac hose to my limp cock. He turned it on full blast and for the first time I literally had my dick sucked. It was a weird, and yet somehow erotic sensation, and sure enough, eventually my cock begin to stir and engorge.
"Go to work on him boy!" Jack commanded Matt. Matt--who'd been standing off to the side stroking his dick and pinching his nipples--came over to me. He knelt in front of me and gently took my semi-erect cock into his mouth. Mad as I was at him and at the whole situation, I couldn't help but become aroused when I had this hot stud servicing my cock. I began to moan with pleasure. The pent up pain, pleasure, frustration, and horniness within me began to swell up to and I was about to explode into his eager mouth when Jack pulled him away.
That became the pattern for the rest of the hour, they'd come in and use Matt to work me into the heights of sexual pleasure, but always stop before I could get release. He'd play with my dick and balls, suck gently on my recuperating nipples, and finger my asshole. After 5 or 6 rounds of this, I screamed in frustration when he brought me to the edge again before backing away.
"Do you need some release boy?" Jack asked as he playfully slapped at my painfully engorged male organ. He squeezed my balls and drew my hanging, sweaty, abused body close to his. By this time he'd also removed all of his clothes except for his briefs. He had a decent looking body and under other circumstances (and after a good shower and scrub) I might have been attracted to him.
"There's only one way for you to be able to get loose and be able to shoot your load and that is straight through my dick boy - are you ready to take it and show me what you can do?"
He stared deeply into my eyes as the seconds ticked by. He held my balls in his hand and as he waited, he squeezed them harder and harder. "Matt and me, we've got all day! We don't often get anybody in here as hot as you, so we don't mind waitin'"
What should I do? What would YOU do? If it weren't for my stupid stubbornness, I could have just sucked him off and probably been on my way by now. On the other hand, I had no guarantee that once I sucked his cock, he'd actually release me. I was probably screwed no matter how I answered.
"I, uh...." I began when we were interrupted by the sound of the ringing bell that a customer's car had arrived. Maybe I'd be rescued! Even as embarrassing as it would be to have anyone see me like this, I'd never really experienced such a feeling of being "saved by the bell."
"HELP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Shut up you fuckin' idiot!" Jack yelled as Matt jumped into action. He shoved a rag into my mouth as Jack scrambled back into his work overalls. Matt checked the ropes on my wrist before scrambling to find clothes for himself. Jack flipped off the lights in the garage and hurried out the door, but before he shut it behind him, I heard him nervously say "Hello Officer."
To be continued....