Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 06:03:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Bryan Thompson Subject: Primed at the Pump - Chapter 3 The owner - Jack! He must have come back sooner than Matt expected. I'd never seen anyone so angry. Lying on top of Matt, I couldn't think of anything to do. I didn't know if I was more embarrassed or afraid or frustrated at having my dream fuck session interrupted. Before I could grasp the situation and form a plan, I felt Jack's foot on my ass. "Get the hell up you big homo!" He grabbed hold of me roughly and pulled me to my feet. I heard Matt groans as my dick pushed into him and then popped out of him. Before I knew what he was doing, Jack roughly pulled my hands behind my back and began tying them together with a bungee cord or something. He muttered, "Let's just get you two secured until I can get the cops out here." What the hell? Calling the cops over this? Now I was really about to freak out. Surely Matt would get us out of this somehow, but to my surprise, he stood still as Jack also bound his hands behind him. The three of us stood inches apart in the crowded bathroom. Matt and I both sweating, breathing hard, naked, and sporting erections that were rapidly disappearing with fear. "What the hell were you thinking you damn fool? I give you a job, I trust you with my station, my cash register? For starters you're fired and YOU'RE getting turned in to the cops" he said turning his gaze at me. I found my voice. "What's the big deal? We're two consenting adults, what wrong with that?" "What's wrong with that?! What you fairies do is illegal in this state and most others. You've defiled my gas station, what if some customer had walked in here? What if some kid had? You are not allowed to commit homosexual acts in public you moron!" The veins were popping out in his neck as he screamed inches from my face. "I've got to think of what to do next," the gas station owner muttered to himself. I glanced over at Matt trying to get some idea of what we should do next and to goad him into getting us out of this. "Uh, Jack, man, I'm sorry it won't happen again, why don't you just let us..." but before he could finish, Jack bent over, picked up my briefs from the floor and stuffed them into Matt's mouth. "Shut the fuck up you big faggot! Give me time to think!" This had to be the most awkward moment of my life as the three of us stood together in the hot stuffy restroom. I'd never wanted to have clothes on so badly in my life. Jack looked at both of us, surveying our naked forms. After quite a few agonizing seconds ticked by, he took me by complete surprise when he grabbed us both by our cocks and pulled us, naked out into the parking lot. "C'mon - I'm taking you into the garage - I'm not standing in that tiny room with two faggots!" And he pulled us roughly along, using our cocks as leashes. Once inside the car repair bays, he first took hold of my bound hands and stretched them up to some kind of overhead bar and secured them there, then he did the same with Matt so that we were a few inches apart with our arms secured over our heads. Jack seemed to relax a bit and walked over and sat down in a chair and stared at us. "I always thought you were a little light in the loafers kid, but I never thought I'd see this! So you actually take it up the ass from other men? I've heard of it, but never thought I'd live to see it." He reached over and grabbed an open can of beer and took a few gulps and wiped the sweat from his brow. All the while he didn't seem to take his gaze away from our genitals which by now hung limply in front of us. I kept looking at Matt's eyes for some clue as to if and how we were going to get out of this. At least he still hadn't called the police. Maybe he'd cool down and come to his senses. After several quiet minutes had passed, I finally spoke. "Uh, sir, I'm very sorry about what happened here today. But no one was hurt. None of your customers saw us. Couldn't we work something else out that wouldn't involve the police? Why don't you just untie us and we'll work this out ourselves?" "Well, city boy - you big homo, I'm working on a plan, well, actually a choice for you to make. The way I see it, we can do one of three things. First, I call the sheriff out here and let him deal with you, he can haul your naked asses down to the jailhouse. Second, I fire faggot number one and faggot number two hands me over the keys and pink slip for that fancy red convertible, walk along your way, and I'll forget the whole thing ever happened." He paused... "You like either of those solutions?" What the hell?!! Extortion! This hick is trying to get my car? Insane! I'm supposed to start walking in the middle of the dessert! All of my most valued possessions were in the car. But then, there was no way I could handle having a criminal record for public lewd behavior - or worse. I had to hope that Option 3 was something I could bear because there was no way I could pick one of the first two. Finally Jack drawled... "Or Third...I leave you tied up and have some fun with you this afternoon, or however long I want." What did he have in mind? Was he going to hurt us? My eyes, filled with terror, turned to Matt. I mouthed "Three?" to him, and he reluctantly nodded, as we heard Jack's voice again. "You know I read once that you've never really had a blow job till you've had one from a faggot. It said that homo's are WAY better at it than women. I'm thinkin' for starters I ought to do a little research of my own!" And he stood up, staring into my eyes and began to undo his pants... To be continued