The Garage

Being the head mechanic at our local branch was not easy.  In addition to running the shop, I had to keep the crew in line. As a very male-dominant working environment, there was a lot of bravado and ribbing that went on, not to mention the occasional testosterone-fuelled bickering. So, I knew that the best thing to do was to become the alpha of this crew. To me that required a little playing along, but also stepping in to cool the tensions when things got a little too impassioned and maintaining the hierarchy when someone challenged me.  

This approach earned me their respect, which was extra important to me since they knew I was gay. It helped that I had worked at this shop my whole career, but also that I was quite intimidating to look at. I was fairly ripped for my small frame, thanks to having done hard physical labor all my life, which I maintained with regular trips to the gym. My muscular build along with my thick beard, gray hair, beady eyes, and angular face, all helped to give me that alpha-daddy appearance, which I tried hard to nurture. If I am honest, I think I looked good for my fifty years. 

Most of my day was spent on the floor organizing others and making sure that work was all being done on time, so I often found that most days I needed to stay late to complete all the paperwork. I did not mind too much as it allowed me to smoke my cigars and enjoy some whisky before heading home, two things my husband was not a fan of. But he was clear that what happened at the shop stayed at the shop. Usually, this was just smoking, but occasionally it would include a hookup or two. 

 As a rule, I avoided fucking my employees, since it rarely ended well, but occasionally there was a customer who I would encourage to come get their car after the shop was closed.  There were plenty of men who fantasized about being fucked over the hood of their car by a burly mechanic, and sometimes I was willing to comply. I would even make sure to put on some overalls and a bit of grease on the face and pecs to fuel their fantasy. 

This did not happen that often, and mostly I left that fun to the horny younger guys that worked for me. Hookups with clients were not a regular thing, but happened every once in and while.  The code around the shop when something was hopefully going down was “overtime”.  If someone said they were doing overtime,  we knew they lined up a customer to come by later to pick up their car. When someone called overtime,  the crew knew they all had to head home early.   However what most customers didn't know was that I was usually working late too, so while they were being railed by one of my men, I was behind the two-way mirror of my office smoking my cigar and getting my paperwork work done. 

As the crew knew I was there, most guys were polite enough to do it out of the line of sight of the office window so I could concentrate on my work, but occasionally some of the guys would make sure the action was right in front of the office window. So occasionally my paperwork also included finding time to knock one out while I watched their hot straight dicks work a customer's hungry pussy, or if they were lucky to work her arse, which obviously, I most enjoyed watching as it allowed me to imagine myself getting fucked. This acceptance of these occasional discretions only added to the tight-knit community we maintained on the job. And this little bit of give-and-take helped me keep the crew in line. 

Whenever someone new joined our crew there was always some initiation to help onboard them to the shop's culture.  Usually, it started with some gentle ribbing and maybe a few minor confrontations to help establish codes of conduct,  but usually, the people who stayed were eager to be part of the team and joined in soon enough. Our latest recruit was Michael, although he is known as Mikey or “boy” in the shop. He was a tall fresh-faced kid, who was skinnier than most of the crew.  We knew that would probably not last as he would grow bulk with time given the heavy lifting we'd make him do around the shop, especially early on. However for now he was just the boy. 

For his first experience of having some call overtime during one of his shifts, I brought him to the office after work so he could get a first-hand understanding of what this meant. I got hard just watching this innocent little twink get ringside seats to the action. As he stared out the window, he kept looking back at me, smoking my gar, working on my laptop, shocked that I was okay with this.  Once it was over and the customer pulled up her panties and drove away, he looked at me inquisitively to see what I had to say.  I just smiled and said,  now you know why everyone leaves early for overtime.  I told him to get out of here,  and go and look after that boner in his pants. He blushed and walked out to his car.

It did not take long for Mikey to become one of the boys. Being the youngest and of a small frame, he was often the butt of many jokes,  but he seemed to love it and loved being part of the crew.  Many of the jokes took on a sexual tone, but he took them all in his stride. Even when the guys called him “the TWINK”, and joked that the boss needed to make him a man. He laughed them off, and even joked back to them how he liked to see me try.  

He was a hard worker and always came early and left late,  except of course during overtime when he left early like everyone else.  As I did my rounds in the shop,  he was always running around keeping busy.  I caught myself occasionally staring a little too long at him, especially at his nice round arse that even in baggy overalls stood out. I usually snapped out of it before anyone noticed,  although sometimes he caught me looking and just smiled back with a wry smile. I was used to these cheeky flirtatious responses from all my men. I expect no less as the gay boss in a testosterone-heavy environment.

During one walkthrough I heard a large bang and Mikey yelled… “Oh fuck!”. I walked over and saw that Mikey had knocked over one of our diagnostic laptops. Despite their solid construction,  he managed to smash the screen and now it was unusable.  He saw how angry I was,  and quickly apologized.  Looking at how sorry he seemed,  it did not take me long to gain my composure and reassure him it was okay, and that this type of thing happened often enough.  Although it was annoying, I was used to it, and I could easily order a new one.  I told him to forget it and get back to work. 

 I returned to my office and began looking into buying a replacement. After I placed the order, I stayed in my office to do some paperwork, trying to calm myself down. I did not want him to see me pissed off. It didn't take long for me to be back to my old self and head back out to the shop to do rounds. Mikey kept avoiding my gaze, but I acted like nothing happened, hoping to get things back to normal.  It was then that one of the other guys told me Mikey had called overtime. At first I was a little pissed that today of all days he chose to call his first overtime but go for it kids.  I was happy for him. 

The shop closed at four, and everyone was already heading out, except Mikey who was cleaning up, buying himself time.  I went up to my office and shut the door, a little excited at the idea that I might see Mikey taking care of one of our customers. I went to my desk,  pulled out my laptop, grabbed a glass of whiskey, and lit one of my 7 x 70 Asylum cigars, hoping this would be a longer session than normal in my office.  

I kept an ear out, waiting to hear the voice of our lucky customer,  but I heard nothing.  Finally, there was a knock at the office door. It was Mikey. He walked in, shut the door, and stood in front of my desk, with his head down. I asked him what was up.  He asked if he could talk to me about what happened today. I said sure and told him to take a seat and asked what in particular he wanted to talk about.  He then, in a soft voice, he knew I was mad at him, and that made him upset. He confessed how much this job, and I, meant to him and he wanted to have a chance to make things up to me.  

At first, I was a little surprised, as most men in our crew were not likely to come to me this vulnerable.  I quickly reassured him that he had nothing to worry about and all would be back to normal tomorrow. And jokingly pointed out that this would just give me another thing to rib him about. He seemed to relax a little upon hearing this. I told him to go home and get a good night's sleep and I'll see him in the morning.  

I expected that he would be happy with that, and take the opportunity to bolt out of the office,  but he just sat there staring at me.   Not sure what was going on I took a drag on my cigar then asked if there was anything else.  He looked at me and said,  it's just that normally when I do something wrong, I am used to getting punished. This took me aback, and I was not sure what to say.  I reassured him he didn't do anything wrong and nothing was going to happen, so he could go home and sleep it off. No punishment was necessary. 

This did not seem to change anything and he remained seated. I told him I meant it and he had nothing to worry about.  He then sheepishly replied, “You don't understand. I need to be punished,  I want to be punished.  I was a bad, bad boy.  It's the proper thing to do.”  This made me sit up straight and take another drag of my cigar. I stared at him as a smile grew across his lips.  I then exhaled my smoke into his face and said… Is that so?? To which he replied,  yes Sir. With a long emphasis on the sir. 

I was torn as to what to do.  My mind raced with some exciting possibilities, but I also had strict rules about employees. I told him again that was not needed and besides he probably couldn't handle the punishments I gave out.  With that, I leaned back on my chair, spread my legs, and strategically placed my hands on my groin. I tried to look as intimidating as I could with my cigar dangling from my lips, making it clear that he was on dangerous grounds.  He just keeps staring, with his gaze getting more intense. He then repeated he'd been a bad bad boy and would take any punishment he deserved.

With those words, I stood up and walked around to his side of the desk.  He looked up at me nervous and longingly. I then took one hand and grasped him by the shoulder pulling him up out of his chair. Although when standing he was a little taller, my build made me more imposing in the small space.  Before he knew what was happening,  I grabbed him by the neck and pushed him up against the door. With my hand still on his throat, I brought my face right up to his, so he could feel the heat of my cigar on his cheeks and said, do you want to go there, because when I'm pissed it can take a lot to calm me down.  So you better take this chance to head out and let us both sleep it off.   

I gave him a moment to think about it, but he did not move and just smiled more. I just smiled back and told him,  he'll regret this in the morning.  With that, I spun him around and pushed his head against the door.  With the other hand, I pulled down his overalls. The force of which snapped all the buttons open as it fell to the floor.  I finally got a close view of his large perky arse through his jeans. I took the opportunity to slap his arse real hard. He let out a small yelp. I cupped my hand over his beautiful orbs, feeling the meatiness of them.  I had wanted to do that ever since he started. As my hand caressed his cheeks, he let out a quiet moan. 

Although I could have lovingly played with his arse all night, this was meant to be a punishment and I had to focus on giving him what he needed.  I quickly reached around and aggressively undid his jeans. As I worked them off, I could feel his already engorged cock with my fingers. For such a skinny kid, he was well-endowed. Again my mind wondered, I wanted to explore this boy's dick more, but I knew that would have to be something for later.

Getting back to the task at hand,  I pulled his jeans and underwear down with one large tug, exposing all his naked glory to me. The boy was clearly aroused by what was going down. With my one hand planted on his head, I pushed him against the door and used my other hand to free my cock from my pants.  I let him go briefly so he could look at my monster 8-inch cock. I wanted him to know the punishment he had coming.  He looked down. As his eyes widened,  he smiled a little more.  

I then pushed him back against the wall… I then used my fingers to probe his arse. First one finger,  then another,  entered his sphincter. I had lube in my top drawer but quickly decided he wanted to be punished… I was going to make sure he felt it.  I then added my third finger to his holt to stretch him out.  Once I thought he was stretched out enough, I took my cock in my hand and teased his hole.  As he groaned a little more,  I took the opportunity to ram my dick in his hole. He let out a scream as I managed to get it halfway in with a single thrust. He took a deep breath and said he needed a moment.  I decided to ignore him and then continued to push harder til it was completely in. He let out another cry,  as I leaned in again to remind him this was a punishment, not sex. I would be the one who dictated what was happening and when. 

As he tried to get used to my size,  I started to pull out but just as quickly rammed it back in.  The force of it made his whole body hit the door hard. I repeatedly slammed my dick in and out of his arse, making him constantly bang against the door. I was lucky that everyone had gone home as we were making quite the racket. As his arse got more use to my assault, he loosened up and my thrusts came faster and harder. 

To change it up,  I pulled his hands behind his back and brought him to my desk.   With his head down,  arse in the air, I used his hands to pull him deeper onto my cock. His arse cheeks got redder as I pounded him harder and harder. His cries started to be mixed with moans of ecstasy. I knew that I was close,  but I kept on giving him the punishment had asked for. With his tight arse gripping my cock, I could not hold it for much longer.

As I was about to blow, I pulled out one more time and rammed it one final time just as I let go.  I could feel the cum  gushing out of my cock in long streams deep in his arse. With each explosion, my body shook, until I let go of his hands and collapsed on his back. The sweat was dripping through my shirt making it stick to me and him. I stood up and pulled out,  giving his arse one more slap. He remained prostate over my desk,  as cum slowly leaked from his arse. I took my finger and cleaned up what I could. I looked at my cum dripping down my fingers, I took my cigar from my lips and replaced it with my cum soaked fingers. I savored the taste of cum mixed with the boy’s arse juices. I went back to get some more and this time fed my fingers to him. He eagerly cleaned them. 

When he finally stood up, I noticed there were streams of the boy’s cum all over his chest and my desk.  I was so busy pounding him, I did not know he had also cum. I looked at him and angrily told him that I did not tell him he could cum. He looked at me sheepishly and said he could not help it.  I told him to clean my desk, so he quickly went to work lapping up the mess he made. Once he was done and had sucked it all up into his mouth, I pulled him up by his hair and kissed him. As I did not get to suck his cock, II wanted to taste him for myself.  He eagerly kissed me back, our tongues exchanging juices. 

When we broke away, he looked at me. I asked if he felt better. He smiled and said yes sir.  He then commented that he might take the day off tomorrow to recover. I told him, no chance. Sore as he was, he needed to man up and come in tomorrow. Besides, in my books, his cumming negated the punishment and he'll need to come back for another round. He'll need to learn to take his punishment like a man and not some horny lil boy.  With that, he smiled and said, yes sir. He then got dressed and as he left, I said don't worry I'll make a man of you, no matter how many tries it takes. He then replied, like to see you try! Smirked and walked away.