I believe for the first time, Jack smiled at me. "The way I see it kid, you've got two choices - you can fight me, or you can relax and enjoy it. Most of you cocksuckers I've known have enjoyed a little rough play, so why not just hang on and enjoy the ride boy?" And with that he set to work. He reached into his tool box and pulled out two clamps with hooks attached to them. With an evil grin on his face, he walked over and attached one to each of my nipples. I ground my teeth in pain, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of crying out.
"You ever been on the receiving end of Stanley Framing Clamp boy?" he asked. I shook my head. He pulled out a clamp with rubber covered ends and walked over and took hold of my balls and attached it around them and then began to painfully tighten it. When I couldn't take it any longer, I cried out. "Tight enough for you?" he asked.
"OK, now you're good to go." and with that he picked up a handful of tools. He hung a monkey wrench on one of my nipple hooks and another adjustable wrench to the other. I gasped in pain but didn't scream as the hooks bit painfully into my flesh. Then he hung a heavy mallet from the bottom of the clamp on my balls. He still held a large screwdriver in his hand and again looked at me with an evil grin. "Where can I put this? I'm out of hooks." And with that he plunged the handle end of it into some grease or something and walked behind me and roughly inserted it into my asshole.
He stepped back to survey his work. "See how much more fun car repair is if you have the right tools boy?" he asked Matt who smiled in agreement. "Is it OK if I get dressed now?" Matt asked. "Hell no, I like to watch you work like that kid!" And then unbelievably, they set to work on the old truck, as I hung beside him, serving as a naked tool bench for this twisted hick. After 10-15 painful minutes had passed, I began to protest the treatment and demand to be let down. "I have to take a piss!" I demanded. "Just go on the fuckin' floor!" Jack ordered. He was under the car and Matt was leaning over the hood - his naked rear end pointing right at me. I was in too much discomfort from the weighted clamps to get aroused, as hot as he looked.
"Shut him up, would you kid?" Jack addressed Matt who obligingly straightened up and walked over to me. He smiled gamely at me, and took hold of my cock, stroking it tenderly. He put one finger to his lips and took the tools off of my balls and nipples. Then he picked up roll of duct tape and mouthed "Sorry." as he taped my mouth shut. Relieved to have some of the pressure removed from the most tender, sensitive areas of my body, I decided to go ahead and take Jack up on his instructions, I couldn't hold the piss in any longer. I'd been having to go ever since my fuck session with Matt. I looked down on the floor and saw that my drops of sweat and a few drops of blood from the clamps on my nipples were already there on the dirty floor, what the hell, why not piss too?
After nearly 45 minutes had passed, Jack wheeled out from under the truck. He reached around and pulled the screw driver out of my ass. "Go ahead and start that truck up and back it out of here while I see if your friend is ready to be a cocksucker instead of a tool bench!" Matt obligingly tried the truck ignition and it fired right up.
Jack unzipped his pants and removed his dick again. He began stroking it. He reached up and lowered my restraining bar again so that I dropped to my knees, grateful to have the pressure off of the balls of my feet of trying to support my weight. "Mark him boy!" he ordered Matt.
I had no idea what the hell he was talking about or what it meant when Matt walked over and grabbed a big permanent black magic marker and carefully drew three parallel lines down the front of my chest. Then as if on cue the two of them stood in front of me and began to stroke their cocks in my face. Matt's cock was much larger, but even Jack's was fairly impressive once it got hard. Before long, they were both groaning and then almost simulaneously, they both shots thick loads of white cum all over my face. I was dripping in their cum from my eyes, nose, mouth, and chin. While Jack recovered from his orgasm, Matt jumped up and dug from the desk a Polaroid camera. Jack hung the tools on my nipples again and then Matt snapped my picture.
I continued to hang from the overhead bar, kneeling in a puddle of sweat, blood, piss, and cum, feeling as though I had driven off the highway and straight into the twilight zone. What the hell were these two psychos up to? Was I ever going to be released? What were the markings on my chest about? What were they going to do with that picture of me?
To be continued...