The floor was rough concrete, and cold, but I did as I was told. One of the guys brought out a butt plug with a tail on the end of it, and made me bend over. He forced the butt plug up my ass and told me not to let it come out, or he would whip me. Joe brought out a bowl of water, and a bowel of dog food, and told me to eat every scrap of food, or he would beat me. It was difficult with my arms tied to my sides, but I succeeded after finding my tongue was the best way, scooping the meat up and not licking at it. The meat was horrendous, greasy, and a really awful taste. The Master constantly kicked me, saying I was the worst dog he had ever had. I tried to stay out of range of his boots, but he kept dragging me back.
“I’m getting horny.” The Master said “Time we found a hole to play with.” He was looking at me, and I could see an evil in him, a look that tells you that pain is his pleasure. “Put him in the stocks, I want his ass.” At this command, Joe led me by the lead, and took me over to the stocks. He placed my neck on the wood, released my hands, placing them also on the wood, and lowered the upper half of the stocks, locking me into the stocks with a big padlock. He then grabbed a spreader bar, and locked them onto my ankles, allowing my ass cheeks to be easily spread for impaling. The Master came over, checked me out in the stocks. He removed the butt plug tail from my ass, and then grabbed a tin of grease, which he quickly slapped all over my ass and into my hole. I had seen his cock as he came over, and it was already swollen ready for action. He did not bother to soften me up, but pushed his large cock immediately into my ass. I felt massive pain as he entered, and felt the pressure as he pushed his cock in all the way, his balls hitting my ass within seconds of his entering me. He began to pound me hard and violently, with no build-up. As he started to fuck me, I realised one of the other guys had moved to the front of me, and was rubbing his cock.
“I think he has a great looking face Joe, just looks great with my cock in his mouth.” and with that he forced his cock passed my lips and started to face fuck me. With my ass filled and my face being fucked, I could not see what the 3rd guy was doing, but suddenly felt a stinging sensation on my back, and realised I was being flogged. He continued to flog me to the rhythm of the Master’s movements in my ass. My back was in flames, pain searing through my senses, but after a while dulled by my mind accepting my fate, when I realised my cock was still ridged, and aching for release. The pain in my ass was less now, as the pain on my back took over, I was almost choking on the monster cock in my mouth when my cock let go, spewing its juices all over the concrete floor. Some of the sperm also landed on the boot of the guy face fucking me, and he got angry.
“Fucking whore spunked my new boots; he will fucking pay for that, the cunt.” I thought I was already paying a high price, but I was obviously going to get more. All 3 guys eventually had their way with me both my ass and my face, but Joe never touched me. I was left in the stocks for the rest of the night, being spat on, pissed on and face fucked when they felt like it, until they left in the small hours of the morning. After they had gone, Joe released me, and took me upstairs to shower and clean myself up with a douche. I was bleeding quite heavily from my anus and had obviously been split. I ached all over, my jaw felt like it had been dislocated, my ass like I was sitting on razorblades, and my back felt like fire. Joe dressed my back with Detol and bound it with a wide bandage. For my ass he could do nothing about, except give me some Rectinol to sooth the pain. My jaw was easy to fix, he kissed me gently, and I felt his love, and I felt better.
“You’re not going to work tomorrow; you will sleep here tonight, and remain here till you are feeling better. I want you fit and healthy for next week, as we have a mountain of work with the Xmas rush to service cars being taken away on driving trips. We will be working late into each night to get them all finished. I have Stanley coming in to give us a hand too.” I lay back on the bed, and Joe lifted the sheets allowing me to crawl under. Joe undressed and crawled in next to me, cradling me in his arms. I was asleep within seconds. I felt a kiss on my cheek, and opened my eyes to see Joe standing above me. It was early morning, the sun just peeking through the curtains.
“Got breakfast ready and a good strong cup of coffee waiting if you can get to the kitchen?” As I tried to lift myself out of bed, a searing pain shot through my back. It took my breath away, and Joe saw my distress. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me up.
“I’m sorry lad; I didn’t think they would whip you. They can get carried away when they’ve had a drink or 2 too many. But you handled yourself well, and they liked you. You will be asked to many of their parties in the future, only without the whips, I assure you. They have the greatest gay parties in Cairns.” I sat down gingerly on the kitchen chair, my ass still sore from the nights pummelling. I sat forward so as not to rub my back on the chair. I drank the hot sweet black coffee, something I had got used to working with Joe. He always had 6 sugars in his black coffee, and although I usually drank white coffee, had become fond of the coffee Joe made for me at work, and now found white coffee quite tasteless.
“Did I hear you right last night? Did you say Stanley was working with us next week?” He smiled.
“You heard right. Government came through yesterday. They are going to subsidise his wages, and his training course to teach him to read and write. Once he passes a proficiency test, they will sponsor him in an apprenticeship with us. This doesn’t begin till January, but I want him to help us next week, so I am going to start him straight away. He will be our new grade 2 mechanic.” I was really happy about Stanley working with us, and let Joe know how I felt.
“Good, thought you would like it, but remember, no fucking around while at work. Keep that for the after hour fun.” I assured him it would not affect our work. I finished my breakfast, and Joe helped me back to bed. I stayed asleep till he returned that night.
Harry’s in love
I stayed at Joes for 3 days till my back was at least bearable. My ass was still sore, and would take about a week and a half to heal. My back, however, took nearly 3 weeks to form scabs over the cuts, and cease the pain when showering. I went back to work the beginning of the next week, Joe still paid me; I think he felt he owed it to me. Stanley turned up for work early, as he liked his cup of coffee in the mornings too. I could smell his odour as soon as he walked into the office, and my crutch was beginning to become restless, but I knew I had to be a good boy and resist temptation. Joe was right about Stanley and his mechanical abilities. He only had to tell him what he wanted done, and to which car, and he was at it immediately. He loved anything mechanical, and you could see by his attitude to the work, he loved every minute working in the garage. I hoped I too would have that enthusiasm in time, not that I did not like what I was doing, but I did not yet have the skills.
When I finally showed up at the flat again, after my stay at Joe’s, Harry was so happy to see me. Collin was going to be away that night, and he wanted me to sleep with him. I decided I would, but not for sex. My body could not take it at that time, and it would be a couple more weeks before I ventured into any sexual encounters. I decided to have a shower, and asked Harry if he could wash my back, knowing he would see the cuts, and realise why I could not have sex. When he saw my back, he was at first shocked, and then became very emotional. I steadied him down, saying that in some circles, pain and sex went together. Sex is an emotion, as is pain. Put the two together, and sexual pain is erotic and incredibly sensual. It can however leave a few scars, but you had to experience it to appreciate it. Harry was very gentle when he washed my back. He used his hands rather than a cloth, spreading the suds evenly, and washing them off with water cupped in his hands, rather than the showerhead. He also patted me dry after I got out of the shower, and I could feel his love and pity at the same time.
“Don’t pity me Harry; I went into this with my eyes open. I knew it would be a rough party, and knew pain would be inflicted, I just didn’t realise how much that’s all. I only have myself to blame.” Harry became angry at first, calling me
stupid and acting dangerously, but then his anger dissipated, and concern took its place. We sat down on the sofa; I was dressed only in a pair of jocks. Harry sat next to me, and put his arm around my shoulders, making sure he did not touch any sensitive areas.
“Will you still sleep with me tonight Jerry? I just want to have you in my bed, just to know you are there with me. I don’t need sex, just you cradled into my body, that’s all.” I knew I could not refuse, and personally, I did not want to. I was gaining a real love for Harry, and I knew he was already fully in love with me. Odd really, he wanted to be a full gay man, but was scared what being gay would mean to him and his life. As a straight looking guy, his life was comfortable although lonely. As a gay man it would be fraught with danger, afraid clients would leave him, and colleagues would shun him. His whole world was turning upside down, and he did not know how to handle it, how far he really wanted to go. I didn’t understand the misery his mind was in. To me being gay was always what I had been, and coming out, although I thought it would be hard, actually wasn’t. Maybe I was lucky, but I could not understand Harry’s dilemma. Harry cooked us a meal, nothing fancy, as Harry had a small cooking ability, which included pasta, pasta and of course, pasta. The sauces always came out of a bottle or sauce packet, and although quite bland by themselves, a few additions of herbs and spices perked them up. Harry washed up after we had eaten, and we sat together with a beer watching the TV. I must have fallen asleep, as I woke up in his lap. Harry was stroking my hair, and looking at me like a doting father. There was softness in his eyes; his big brown eyes, covered by his wire-framed glasses, as he had been reading a book, waiting for me to awaken. As my eyes opened, he bent down and kissed me gently, and whispered that we should head off for bed. I agreed, and we both moved off towards the bedroom.
Harry could see me wince at the pain, as I pulled myself up from the sofa, and although he wanted to help, thought better of it, as he was scared of hurting me further. We lay on top of the bed, the night being warm, and a cool breeze was wafting through the bedroom window; through the bedroom, and out into the lounge room. I lay on my stomach, and Harry lay with me, his arm on my shoulder once again. He had genuine concern for me, but all I wanted was sleep. It was only a few moments after we lay down that it started to rain. That typical tropical downpour, smashing into the roof so loud you can hardly talk or hear above it. It lasted about 30 minutes, and the air cooled quickly, and Harry pulled a sheet over me as I had drifted off to sleep during the rainstorm, using the hypnotic power of the rain on the roof to lull me. When I awoke, Harry had already left for work. I would not start back until Monday, and today was Friday. I fell back to sleep, but was awoken by Collin standing over me in the bedroom.
“What the hell happened to you?” He was staring at my back. I lied, saying I had got drunk and got into a bit of raunchy sex, and went a bit too far. I would never say that Joe had set me up as a slave for the night. As an afterthought, Collin then asked why I was in Harry’s bed and not my own. What could I say, but nothing, and let him deduce it for himself.
“Don’t tell me you have seduced Harry too? My god isn’t anyone out of your reach? You’ll want my ass next?” I looked at him and knew I had to say something, but I also had to defend Harry.
“I’m sorry Collin, it was not a planned thing, and Harry just did not know his own feelings.” I told him what happened, as we sat in the lounge, beer in hand. I told him of Harry’s fears of being found out, and begged him not to say anything to him, or at least be understanding. I also told him it had been going on for several weeks, and we had formed a bond between us. Collin was not happy, but said he understood.
“You know I said I had tried both sides of the fence when at Uni, well guess who I tried it with? I should have known he would come out sooner or later.” Oh shit, now I knew why Harry was so shit scared of coming out. Collin knew he was gay, and had allowed him to share a flat, but had never given me a thought when he invited me to join them. Collin was now blaming himself, and I had to reassure him it was not his fault. We talked for hours about both Harry and I, and when Harry finally got home from work, we had both decided to say nothing, and allow our relationship to continue while he was away, giving Harry a feeling of security. Collin started to see the up side after a while, as he genuinely liked Harry, and wanted to see him happy. He knew Harry had loved him once, but thought he had got over him. Now Harry had found a substitute; Jerry. Time would see Harry come out, only time.
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Christmas week
Christmas week was hell. We worked till at least 10pm each night, starting at 6am each morning. We worked like dogs, and shifted a huge amount of vehicles through the workshop. We worked like a conveyor belt. I drained the oils, replaced the filters, checked the diff levels, and checked the tyre pressures and state of the tyres. If a minor service was all that was required, I would then check the other fluid levels, top them up where required; check the brakes for leaks and efficiency then check the belts for tightness. Once this was done I would either pass it on to Joe or Stanley to do other work, or take it out to give it an engine clean and body wash. Every car always had a wash before leaving Joes workshop. That’s why he had such a loyal clientele. Joe and Stanley would do the fitting of new shocks or struts, replace and balance tyres, replace exhaust systems and so forth. Stanley was Joe’s equal in all maters of the trade when it came to mechanical work, and I came to admire his knowledge. Christmas Eve was not the end of the rush. Many small firms would deposit their fleet vehicles with Joe over the holiday break for servicing and repairs before the New Year trading began around the second week in January. In all, we worked our Ass’s off for 4 weeks. My sex life was all but non existent, even with Harry, although we would sleep together, by the time I got home and showered, it was time for bed, and I was dead beat. Harry made no demands on me, and just cradled me in his arms and body, allowing me to sleep undisturbed. He said he liked to watch me sleep. Even though I had showered, he could still smell fuel in my hair, and he often sniffed my hair while lying next to me. It was starting to turn him on, and he looked forward to my coming home, and before I showered. It meant he could smell my man musk, my daily toil, the fuel and oil and grease. He told me one day that he had had a short affair with a construction guy, and had loved his smell when he came home too, but he treated Harry like dirt, and one day beat him up. That is why he was wary of me when I first moved in. Now I understood Harry’s unfriendly start to our relationship, and his reluctance to seek other gay contacts. Although Joe still had his way with me at work when we could, Stanley had not approached me at all over the busy period. I thought nothing of it, until I went with Paul to Trix one night, and there was Stanley with his wife. He introduced her to me, and announced the impending 5th child. While his wife, Jackie, was at the loo, he told me he had decided to curb his fooling around for a while, till the baby was born.
“Might still rape you in the washroom at work though” he said smiling that roguish smile of his. We both laughed, and went our separate ways when Jackie returned.
Paul was his usual deviant self, sucking or fucking all he could get. I just surveyed the talent and enjoyed my groin rumbling on the odd occasion as I spied a hunk across the floor. Then I saw Harry. What was he doing here? I never expected him to come into a club like this ever. He came over to me, and kissed me.
“I could not bear being alone at home knowing you were here looking for sex. I had to see what was so great about a gay club.” I kissed him passionately.
“This is the happiest day of my life Harry, to be here with you is a dream come true. Please, dance with me.” Harry was reluctant at first, but after a little cajoling, he agreed, and we headed for the dance floor. We stayed there all night apart from quick trips to the bar for a small beer, throwing it down then heading on back. Slow or fast, it made no difference, but the slow ones were definitely my favourite, as our bodies were clasped tight and close, feeling each others heat and growing cocks as our bodie
s slid against each other. We had to be thrown out, as we did not want to leave. Paul, Harry and I grabbed a taxi together, Paul taking it further after we got out. Collin was home in bed, but Harry was throwing caution to the wind tonight, and suggested we sleep together. I agreed, but reminded him of Collin.
“He’ll get used to it,” he said seriously, and we went straight into the bedroom on arrival at home. It was a Saturday morning and we both could lie in, but when Harry heard Collin moving about, he woke me.
“Collin is up, I think we should go out and have breakfast with him, and let him know of our relationship.” I wanted to tell him that he already knew, and we should just fuck instead, but knew Harry had to do this for his own peace of mind. I got up, still stark naked from the sex we had enjoyed in the wee hours of this morning. My mouth felt like a cocky had shat in it, and I am sure it smelt that way too, but I just opened Harry’s door, and walked out. Collin turned from the sink where he was rinsing his coffee mug, and looked at me standing there in my altogether. Then Harry came out, threw a dressing gown over me, and said good morning to Collin.
“So you finally came out Harry, congratulations. I hope he is worth it.” Harry smiled.
“Oh he was well worth it, and I love him very much Collin. Please understand, it just happened, Jerry did not instigate this; I did. I have known I was gay since we had our little fling 8 years ago, but could not face coming out without you. Now I have Jerry, and I feel wonderful. If only I had had the courage to do it sooner.” Collin was happy, you could see it in his eyes, and he looked towards me.
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