Coercive Control

I jumped out of the shower and toweled off quickly before throwing some undies, slacks, and my button down on. I had missed my alarms and was rushing to get to work on time. I grabbed a banana and jogged out to my car. After peeling out of the garage and making my down the road a way, I started to see white smoke billowing out from under the hood.

“Ah shit, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled off to the side. I banged my fists on the wheel. Car trouble was the last fucking thing I wanted to deal with this morning. I called Matt to let him know I’d be running a little late.

“Don’t worry about it Grant, I’ll swing by and pick you up. You can arrange the tow truck while you wait. Do you have a good mechanic? The guy I use is the best. I’ll forward you his contact info.”

I got a text from Matt with a link to the auto shop’s web page. I hadn’t heard of it but it was on my side of town and had great reviews. It was a small local joint called Budd’s, and seemed nice, so I towed it to him and called to set up my appointment. When I called, a man with a deep, scratchy voice answered.

“Budd’s, this is Budd.” I started making the appointment, but he stopped me. “Grant, right? Yeah, Matt gave me the heads up just now. He’s been a buddy of mine for years. Just swing by after work. I'll get you fixed up good.”

Perfect, I was still pissed off at my car, but Matt and Budd put me more at ease. I buried into work and before I knew it, it was 5. Matt dropped me off at the garage and peeled off as I walked inside. It was a small joint, only three bays. The reception area was tiny and run down, with an auto magazine from 2003 sitting on the table in the waiting area. I saw my car in the garage, and a man stepped out from behind it, walking toward me.

He was an Adonis. Early forties, with a completely jacked (no pun intended) body. He was wearing a set of navy coveralls, but he had taken the top down, so it hung at his waist. He had a white tank top on underneath, which was stained with grease. He wore chunky black boots and a toothpick in his mouth to bring the ensemble together. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge running down his right pant leg. I’ve never understood the term trouser snake, but it was the only thing that came to mind when I saw it. Budd walked through the door, and I averted my gaze.

“Howdy, I’m Budd. I’d shake your hand but I’m a lil messy. Wouldn’t want to get your fancy get up all dirty. What can I do for ya?”

“Uh, hi, I’m Grant. That’s mine you were just looking at.”

“Ah yeah. Nice to meet ya. Always happy to help out a friend of Matt’s. So the problem ended up being a blown gasket. I can replace it easy enough, but it’ll be a few days. Here, come take a look.”

I followed Budd out onto the garage floor to my car. He had the hood popped and pointed things out to me, explaining the parts and such. It was really nice of him, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was coming onto me. He was leaning over the bumper to my right, pointing with his right hand, but his left hand kept lightly brushing against my ass. I thought it could just be a coincidence, until he placed his hand on my lower back. I looked over at Budd from the corner of my eye, and saw a wide grin, toothpick bobbing as his lips quivered. After a moment, Budd took a step back and folded his arms.

“Any other question about the car, son? It’s gonna run you about $2,200 and take me four or five days. I’ve got a few other clients in front of you.”

“$2,200? For a little gasket? I don’t know the most about cars but that’s a rip off. And I need my car as soon as possible. I can’t go five days without a ride either.”

“Well I’m able to sweeten the deal a little bit, but you’re gonna have to put out. Matt told me you’re a queer, and that I could expect some additional services with my payment. I can knock a few hundred bucks and a day or two off, but only if you impress me. If not, feel free to take my initial offer. You get what you pay for.”

I couldn’t believe it. Of course, I should have expected Matt to set up a little game like this. He loved entertaining himself by inconveniencing me, nothing was easy anymore. I sighed and agreed to Budd’s proposition. We had the privacy since the shop was closed at this point, and there are worse things than having to fuck a muscle daddy.

Budd grinned and took a step toward me. He grabbed his tank top and pulled it over his head, revealing his massive pecs. He had a bead of sweat dripping down between them and I leaned in and licked it up. Budd moaned a little and then grabbed my shirt with both fists and pulled it apart. Buttons when flying everywhere, and he yanked it off my shoulders and tossed it aside. He then made me drop to my knees and pressed his crotch into my face. I was pinned between Budd’s growing bulge and the grille of my car. I inhaled and rubbed my face into his bulge. His musk was strong, and it made me rock hard. Budd pulled his coveralls down, revealing his matching navy boxers. I reached up under the boxers and grabbed his thick cock. It was semi erect but growing quickly. I could feel it pulsing in my hand as I stroked it.

I pulled his boxers down so I could see it, and wow. It was a beautiful cock. Nine inches long, thick as a beer can. It sat in a forest of bushy brown pubes, and a massive nut sack, which was just as hairy, hung below it by about 6 inches. No wonder he smelled so musky; it was stored in all this hair. I fondled Budd’s nuts as I kissed the tip of his cock, before working my way down to the base. I licked up and down his cock as he played with my nipples. After a bit, he stood me up and spun me around, before bending me over the hood of my car.

Instead of pulling my pants down, Budd grabbed at my back pockets and pulled apart, until my pants tore apart at the seam. He then grabbed my underwear and ripped them to shreds too. I didn’t have a single piece of clothing on anymore that was wearable. Budd spat in his hand and rubbed his cock. I pushed my ass out to meet him and braced myself as he opened me up. I grabbed onto the hood of my car for support and gritted my teeth, moaning as he entered me. Once he was fully inside, he waited a few seconds before he started plowing me. He reached up and grabbed me by the neck so he could pull himself into me, and I could smell the dirt and grease on his hands.

After a while, Budd pulled out and dragged me by the arm over to a workbench. He lifted me up and laid me down on it. I was on my back with my legs in the air. The cool metal of the workbench top felt good on my sweaty body. Budd took the shreds of fabric that used to be my pants off of my ankles as they were in his way before grabbing my ankles and putting one foot up on the workbench. He stuck his dick back in and reached even deeper into me in this position. Budd leaned down into my face and spat on me.

“You feel fucking good faggot, I gotta get you in here more often. You take it like a champ, nobody ever takes my cock this well.”

“Thank you, Sir, I need this fat cock harder. I’ve never taken anyone this big.” I panted and moaned. I don’t know if he was actually my biggest, but it didn’t matter because it sent him into a frenzy and he fucked me even harder and faster than before. I remembered how much it turned me on when Matt fucked Steven against the wall.

“Pick me up Sir. Pin me to the wall.”

“My fucking pleasure, fag.”

I wrapped my arms and legs around Budd’s body, and he lifted me up with his cock still inside me. He scooted over to the side of the workbench and pinned me to the wall, just like Matt had done to Steven. I wanted to be just as good at bottoming as Steven, and this was proving I could be. Budd fucked me in this position for a few minutes before dropping me down to my feet.

“Let’s go out back.”

Budd motioned me to a glass door that led outside. As I walked up to it, I looked at my reflection. I was sweaty with messy hair. I had streaks of grease covering my neck, chest, and hips. I was wearing no shirt or pants, just my locked collar, a pair of ripped boxer briefs that were being held up by a waistband but completely assless now, and my dress shoes. I looked completely ridiculous. I saw Budd’s reflection staring at me with lust as he put a hand on my back and pushed me through the door.

We entered a wide alley. Across from us was a brick building with a dumpster, and to our right was a pile of old tires. Budd grasped my shoulder and pushed me toward the tires. He walked me to a stack and bent me over it. I tried to brace myself with the top tire, but it made the stack start to topple. Budd pushed my head down into the stack and I ended up finding balance by pressing one end of the stack down with my hips and pulling the other end down with my hands gripping the inner rim of the top tire. I stared at the ground in front of me, looking at the tufts of weeds and cigarette butts.

Budd fucked me for another ten minutes or so before I heard someone across the alley using the dumpster. Budd took one hand off my hips and waved at him.

“Hey Eddie, headed home? How was business at the pawn shop today?” Budd shouted, as if he wasn’t inside me right now. He slowed down but kept fucking me as he chit chatted with Eddie.

“Uh yeah Budd, it was alright. You sure are a dirty dog, you know that?”

“Fuck yeah I do. Want in on the action?”

“You know I ain’t queer. It’s your side of the alley so do what you want but I ain’t interested.”

“Oh, come on you couldn’t resist once you felt this cunt.”

“Budd, I told ya, I ain’t gay.”

“Well shit, I ain’t either. It’s not like I’m in love with the fag, I might as well be jerking off. He’s just like one of those pocket pussies. And I can cum in him too.”

“I know, I know. Not for me is all Budd. Have fun though.”

I heard the footsteps walking away and Budd focused his full attention back to me. He must have fucked other guys back here, from the sound of Eddie being so nonchalant. Part of me honestly wished he had wanted to join in, but I couldn’t focus on that as Budd was picking up the pace again. Apparently I was just a sex object, but I was gonna be the best damn toy this mechanic had ever fucked. I rocked my hips in sync with his thrusts and clenched my hole to really work Budd’s cock. A minute later, he was laying with his full weight on top of me, pumping me with his seed.

When Budd pulled out, buckets of cum flooded from my hole, forming a puddle in the dusty ground. He helped me up out of the tires and then put me down on my knees. He made me suck him off for a while. I could taste his cum and felt his cock deflating in my mouth as he lost his boner. He stepped purposefully into the cum puddle and then pressed his boot into my chest. It left a brown print between my pecs that smelled like his load. We then made our way back inside.

“I’ve got a spare jumpsuit if you want to wear one home. I assume you were tossing that fabric that used to be clothes.”

“Uh yeah,” I said, “that would be great.”

Budd opened a locker in the corner and pulled out a clean set of coveralls. He didn’t give me them though, he stripped out of his and put the clean ones on. He then handed me his dirty set.

“A little souvenir for ya fag, you can sniff ‘em any time you get horny thinking about me.” He was right, I would want to smell his musk again. “And about your car,” Oh yeah, the whole reason I was here. “I think I could bump you up the list and have it done day after tomorrow. Maybe you should stop in after closing again.” Budd had a massive grin on his face. I couldn’t help but smile too, thinking about going another round together.

I slipped my legs through the pant holes of the coveralls and started buttoning the top up, but Budd stopped me before I covered up my boot print, which was drying on my chest. I grinned and stopped buttoning up. I went to the waiting area and sat down as I called Matt to come pick me up. Budd hung out and chatted until Matt arrived. I thanked Budd again and he waved at Matt as I hopped in the car.

“Fuck, boy. He really did a number on you. I want a play by play.” I started giving Matt a rundown of everything that happened as he peeled out of the parking lot. By the time I got to talking about Eddie, Matt had a full erection in his pants.

“You know, Grant, you’re gonna have to get me off when I get you home. Budd there doesn’t get all the action.”

Matt was right about that, he fucked me good and rough that night. He couldn’t even make it to the bed and fucked me right on the floor inside my door. My story about Budd must have really turned him on. Once Matt had bred me, he headed out for the evening, and I went and showered off. When I got out, I picked up Budd’s coveralls off my floor, raised them to my face, and inhaled deeply. I had a feeling I’d remember this scent for a long time.

I emptied out a small chest of odds and ends that I kept in my closet, folded the coveralls, and put them inside. I went to my underwear drawer and grabbed the other items I had gathered in the past few weeks with Matt. Amy’s panties stained with my pre-cum, the Daddy’s Boy jockstrap, and the jockstrap I wore while getting gangbanged in the woods. I also grabbed the crop top Matt had me wear to the gay bar and added it to the chest. I had acquired quite a collection of faggy clothes, enough to dedicate a chest to them at this point, I guess. I thought back to Budd and his fat cock, and I couldn’t put the chest away without smelling that musk one more time. I pulled the coveralls back out and laid them across my face as I stroked my cock, thinking about all the faggy things I had done and wanted to do next.

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