Bondage Garage

Micky Mackenzie stands naked except for his black boots, a thick dildo rammed into his hole by a fuck machine. Lance Hart, the head mechanic, issues orders: no coming. He strokes Micky’s cock slow and cruel, whispering how the whole shop will use him, how he’ll be the Bondage Garage’s live-in bottom slut. The machine’s pace climbs. Micky rides wave after wave of near-orgasm, groaning each time Lance pulls back. Lance mounts the table, shoves his cock down Micky’s throat, and calls it training. Next step is puppy play. Lance slaps a rubber bone between Micky’s teeth and makes him crawl the floor on hands and knees. He lifts him onto a stack of tires, fucks him doggy-style while Micky bites down on the bone, then flips him to his back. Micky jacks his own load across his stomach with Lance still buried deep. Before Lance can finish, he hears boots approaching—the rest of the crew. He shouts that they’ll get their turn the second he’s done. Thick ropes shoot over Micky’s chest. Lance steps back, leaves the kid gagged, stretched, and tied for the morning shift. 'You’re alright, young man,' he says, and walks out.