Bondage Garage

Brian Bonds rolls up with Eli Lewis trussed in the back like cargo. The sub lies stripped, cuffed, gagged, eyes shut tight. Brian yanks him out, plants him in the middle of the dark, grimy garage. Rope bites into Eli's wrists, then snakes up to his collar, locking his hands at his throat. Brian grabs a roll of shrink wrap, spins it around Eli until the thick plastic fuses arms to chest. A single strand runs down Eli's spine, hidden beneath the wrap, and gets clipped to a pulley overhead. Brian hoists him, boots kicking air. He frees his cock, shoves it between Eli's lips, and lets the bound man work for it. When the throat feels tight enough, Brian drops low and swallows Eli whole, lips slick, throat open. Then he spins Eli around, spreads the cheeks, and buries his tongue in the tight pucker, wetting it fast. A massive pipe wrench glistens with lube. Brian presses the cold steel handle against the hole and pushes until it sinks deep. Eli groans around the gag. The wrench slides in and out, stretching him wide. Brian pulls it free, shoves it back between Eli's lips so the taste coats his tongue. Next comes the oil can. Brian slicks his own cock, lines up, and drives in hard. Eli's shout cracks through the tape: "Thank you, sir!" Brian answers with full strokes, hips snapping, boots planted. The pounding grows fierce until Eli shoots, body jerking in the wrap. Brian keeps thrusting, not finished yet.