Benny the Mechanic

"Looks like your engine's fucked, dude."1

"No, no, no" I cried, banging my head on the top of the car. Benny was a friend of mine, I didn't know that he knew about cars but he said he could take a look under the hood for me if I brought it over. There'd been this weird 'whirr' sound coupled by an occasional bang and, really, I didn't think that was a good thing.2

"Can you fix it? I don't have much money, but I could"3

"You can pay me in something else" Benny said, looking around with a small flashlight. His voice was matter of fact, and I tried to think.4

"With what?" I couldn't come up with any valuable skills to pay him with. I didn't really know anything mechanical, couldn't really do the landscaping (that he desperately needed), and my apartment was three times as messy as his house (and three times smaller to boot). I could... write him a poem? But how would that be payment?5

"Well, lets see. I'd have to check, but the parts'll cost about $60, if I remember right... and it'll take me a couple of days of heavy work, a couple hours after work each one... if you can scrape together $35, though... I think we could arrange something." He closed the hood, wiping his gritty hands on the rag in his front pocket as he walked over to me. The smile on his face put me somewhat on edge.6

"Like what? Installments?"7

"Naw, I had something else in mind..." he said, close enough to touch me. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, brushing my pants with his other. "How 'bout... for every $10 I pay for parts, I get a chance to play a bit..." his eyes twinkled as I began to tent while he rubbed, "and for every hour I work, you get tasty treat?"8

I gulped, face flushed and breath coming quickly.9

"That... hardly seems like payment," I stammered, staring him straight in the eye, "what's in it for you?" I was cotton-mouthed less at his reply, and more at the actions accompanying it.10

"I never said how it'd happen" he said gruffly, giving a sort of sneer as he pushed down on my shoulder, cupping my chin with the hand previously fondling me. "Think of this as a... security deposit."11

There wasn't any doubt what he wanted, it practically smacked me in the face, despite being strained by his overalls and whatever he had on underneath. Instead of dry-mouthed, now I suddenly had an over-abundance of saliva... all of which I wanted directly on him.12

"You're going to suck this" he said, grabbing my hand as I attempted to paw at him through his clothes, "but without using your hands, only your tongue, your mouth, MY hands on your head. Do you understand?"13

I couldn't talk, my wide-eyed, longing stare with head bobbing yes was obviously enough. "Good little slut."14

I kept my hands obediently at my sides while he undressed, slowly, teasing me with a small prod of the clothed little 'sir' on my cheek. First his overalls... then a pair of denim shorts, and finally the cotton boxer-briefs, black. The smell of him was thick, heady, and made my mind reel with desire as my mouth watered. He lowered the elastic slowly pulling his cock downward with it until it sprung free, making an audible slapping noise on his belly. It sat up at an angle, with a slight curve upward... and was nearly hard as a rock. A decent size, to be sure, but not so large that my jaw seized up in fear.15

He slapped my face with it, my mouth open as I tried to find it, desperately, to taste. He laughed to watch me chase after it like a dog its own tail.16

"You want this? You want this cock, slut?"17

To say that my yes was breathless is not nearly detailed enough of a description. Before I knew it I was begging, god, BEGGING him to let me taste it, just taste it, to lick the head just for a minute, please, god I needed to taste it.18

"One lick" he said, holding my chin in one hand, keeping me away from it, both of my hands on his hairy legs, clenching, pulling in vain to get him closer. "Just one, mind." 19

He let me go and... I don't know what came over me. I devoured him to the hilt, bobbing up and down while snaking my tongue back and forth. He quivered as he let me go just a few times before catching my chin again, holding me off. My lips tasted like pre-cum, and I could see it leaking, ever so slightly, from the tip.20

"That's a bad slut..." he said, his own breath heavy, "I said one lick. I think you need a lesson." He pushed me and I fell onto my back, "Don't move." I held my position as best I could as he took the opportunity to step out of his various and sundry clothing items, the muscles on his legs making me stare. He had a tight back-side, with the type of ass that you just want, desperately, to bite, to kiss, to do unspeakable things with, but it was nothing to the glory of his cock. Getting a chance to really look at it, I felt a quench in my gut. I wanted him, like I wanted no other man before, almost ferally. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to never be otherwise.21

His shirt slid off to show a slight belly, and strong arms, his tan skin dusted lightly with hair. I felt another pang of longing.22

"For that, I think," he said after a moment of consideration, "you won't get to cum. Strip, but stay on your back. I want to see your cock, see your ass. Don't you want to strip for me, you little slut?"23

Again I heard my own voice, almost surprised as what came out of it. Yes sir, please let me be naked, please touch me, please use me... I slid my pants down with the underwear, kicking them off with my shoes. Standing at attention was my own straight and narrow, my trustworthy friend, practically gushing already.24

"Someone's excited." And from nowhere something hit my chest, leather, heavy, many strips. The bite of the lash was surprising, even through my shirt; I hadn't seen him pick up the flogger... I couldn't even think straight enough to know where he got it from, or to notice the wall, where a blanket had been hung before, now bare, with various implements hung on pegs. He smiled, his voice low as he knelt and whispered in my ear. "Liked, that, didn't you slut?"25

And to my surprise... I did. I wanted more... I wanted to feel him lashing me over and over again, but my voice failed me. Eyes wide and pleading, I just nodded.26

"Suck it." was his only reply, hand holding the flogger pulling my face into his crotch as he fucked my face, grunting and moaning. The names he called me... I'm almost ashamed, but I was proud, each dirty name; slut, bitch, cum-whore; it was a badge of honor as I worked my lips around the shaft, my tongue slithering all over. After a while he didn't even need the hand behind my head... I had shifted my weight to support myself as I bobbed by myself, at times taking him deep into my throat, and at others working the head, sucking every sweet drop of pre-cum offered, taking in every thrust with thanks and worship.27

As I sucked he began teasing with me, taking the tendrils of the flogger and trailing them on my skin, even tickling my own dick with the leather, which encouraged me faster, harder only him. He stopped speaking able only to grunt as he breathed fast.28

"You little BITCH" he screamed as he exploded in my mouth, halfway down my throat. There was so much it leaked out the corner of my mouth. It tasted wonderful... thick, creamy, warm... it filled my mouth and set my head afloat. He didn't stop teasing me; eventually I could hear my own voice pleading with him, begging for release, to let me cum, to fuck me, I needed him inside me, that I couldn't stand it, I needed more of his cum, I wanted to taste it again, to drink every drop he could provide.29

He laughed, and wordlessly wrapped his lips around my dick's head, whipping his tongue all over, sucking gently. I almost hated him at that moment, the gentleness was harsher than any hardness he could have provided. I begged further...30

"Ok, slut, you've been good," was all I heard before he returned his head to my own, sucking and licking so thoroughly it made me cry out, practically cry. 31

"I'm... I going to"32

At the precise moment he squeezed my balls, almost crushing them, and with the thrill of pain came the inescapable release of orgasm, cum splattering his chin and soaking my shirt. I whimpered as he went back down, sucking gently, taking every last drop I could provide, while alternately squeezing.33

My world swam as his face appeared over mine.34

"Good, good, I think I'll like this payment plan."