Parking Lot -- Part Four -- Suckin' on a Fireplug

Tolsen laid there for awhile and moaned, as Gary joined the party, grinning at me with approval. “Looks like you bit off a little more than you can chew there, Jack.”

Gary reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, still grinning with delight. “That was beautiful, Kenny. Let’s see if he’s calmed down any.”

We lifted Jack from the pavement, revealing a small stream of blood trickling from each nostril and settling into the hairs of his short, brown mustache. After standing him up, we both moved in front of him to see what he wanted to do next.

Jack rubbed his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken, then looked at Gary.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Just finished my final delivery and called it in. You know how it works.”

“What’ve you got him in there for? Is he helping you make a phone call?”

“We’re buddies. You got a problem with that?”

I beamed with pride. Gary had felt my punch before and knew I could take care of myself. This is why he hadn’t rushed out to defend me, which I appreciated. Our admiration for each other was growing by leaps and bounds. 

Jack looked up and down both of us. His eyes stopped at Gary’s zipper, which he had forgotten to close from when I tried to get in.

Tolsen’s aching jaw dropped. “What have you two been doin’ in there? Fuckin’? Suckin’? You goddamn queers! I’m gonna have both your heads on a platter.”

Gary looked at me and laughed. “Well, Kenny, looks like he’s all riled up again. We better mellow him out.” He nodded his head towards Tolsen and winked at me.

Tolsen made a break for his car. “Get away from me you perverts. You fags ain’t touchin’ me.”

Gary rushed towards him and grabbed the back of his shirt collar. Then he spun Tolsen around and secured him in the same arm bar he’d used on me in our wrestling match. “Now, Jack, we aren’t gonna hurt you.”

“Goddamn it Gary, let me go. You’re both gonna be in deep shit.”

“It’s ok, Jack. We’ll see about that. Kenny, park his car next to mine.”

And poor Jack was manhandled towards the drivers’ shed. Suddenly, he wasn’t such a tough guy after all. Every time he’d try to escape, Gary would lift the arm bar higher and threaten to break it off, causing Tolsen to scream and resume walking in the right direction. I parked the car and we all three were soon inside the drivers’ shed. 

As always, Gary was in charge. I stood and waited, while he tried to console our prisoner, still being held in the arm bar. “Jack, calm down. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. This fella here gives the best blow job in the world. Don’t you like to get your dick sucked, Jack? You ain’t never felt nothing like this. What d’ya say?”

“Fuck you! You better enjoy this while you can, ‘cause I’m reportin’ both of you first chance I get.”

Gary looked at me with an evil smile. “Guess he’s gonna fight us, Kenny. You’ll have to soften him up.” 

And with that, Gary quickly secured the other arm and locked elbows with our guest. He pulled back on Tolsen’s arms and forced the torso forward, while lifting Jack’s feet off the ground. Then gave me instructions, “Open up his shirt and work on his belly with that big punch of yours.”

I gladly did as I was told. I kindly unbuttoned Jack’s shirt, even though I wanted to rip it open, and peeled it back to reveal his chest and abdomen. Tolsen desperately tried to kick me by lifting up a knee, but I sidestepped him again. What a fireplug this guy was. Short and stocky, standing no more than five feet seven inches, his compact chest and belly were thick and solid. He, like Gary, had worked for the truck line many years and had a naturally powerful body. I placed my hand on his chest to feel the solid muscles there, then slowly moved down onto his stomach and belly. Not much hair, except around his navel, with a thin line trailing down into his hidden pubes.

Jack took another couple of shots at me with his knee, but each time he tried he missed. All the while, my powerful partner kept poor Jack’s feet suspended off the floor and arms pulled back tight. I tugged down on his belt to expose more of the lower abdomen and went to work.

I landed a right hand just above his navel. Jack grunted from the impact into his brick wall, but Gary was unimpressed. “Don’t hold back, Kenny. Give it everything you’ve got. We’ll force him to enjoy what’s comin’.”

Gary pulled back on Jack’s arms with all his might and I let him have it. I reared back and delivered two solid right hooks into Jack’s gut, both landing to the right of his belly button. Then I repeated the attack with left hooks on that side of his navel, finishing him with a right upper cut into the pit of his stomach. Jack grunted and flexed his strong abdominal muscles to receive the blows, seeming to take them pretty well. But the upper cut got him good. The air rushed out of him and he struggled for a long time before he could inhale fresh oxygen. Now Gary taunted him.

“C’mon, Jack. What’s the problem? It’s just a little blow job. Believe me, you’re in for a real treat.”

“I’ll report you both. I swear to god I will.”

“Well you hard-headed jackass. Give him some more, Kenny.”

So I pounded away on Jack’s defenseless belly. I landed one fist after another, until I was nearly exhausted. He took his pounding like a man, never crying out or begging me to stop, just grunting and groaning with each blow. I could feel him softening with every punch and soon he lost the strength to fight us. He no longer lifted his knees in defense. All he could do was hang there suspended, flexing his belly muscles to receive my punishment. Gary released his arms and Jack collapsed to his knees on the floor, clutching his thoroughly battered gut. 

Soon Tolsen was locked in a full nelson, as Gary knelt behind him. “Kenny, move that chair out of the way.”

I lifted the chair and threw it behind me. Then my partner brought the victim back and they both laid chest up on the floor, Gary underneath and Jack on top. While I held Jack’s ankles, Gary brought his legs from the outside of Tolsen’s and pinned his legs to the floor. 

Poor Jack was stretched spread eagle, while positioned on top of Gary’s torso. “Ok, Kenny, he’s all yours. Work your magic.”

Kneeling between Tolsen’s thighs, I unbuckled his belt and opened up the trousers to reveal basic white briefs. This was quite attractive, our prisoner restrained in a quasi-stretch rack, his powerful chest and belly exposed, vulnerable and rising high into the air, while those manly white briefs were the only protection left to him for whatever was tantalizingly hidden underneath. 

Tolsen pleaded one more time. “Please don’t do this, guys. I’ll keep my mouth shut. Let’s forget the whole thing. Ok Gary?”

“Too late, Jack. Can’t trust you now. Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

I leaned forward and placed my mouth on the bulge in his underwear, then blew hot air onto his cock.

“Please guys, stop.”

As I pulled down the trousers and briefs to his knees, I got the feeling Jack’s defiance had become half-assed. He made no effort to free his legs from their pinning and he really wasn’t doing much to resist Gary’s full nelson. When I saw that his cock was already semi-erect, I figured Jack was at least somewhat curious. More likely, though, he was excited and anxious to see what would happen next. Despite his supposed disgust and anger, he seemed fully prepared to find out about this blow job thing.

I, however, was not prepared. I wanted more of him exposed and at my mercy, so I took the pants and briefs all the way to his calves. One side of his shirt was covering the chest, until I peeled both sides back and down to the floor, revealing the bushy, dark brown hair of his arm pits. And just to make sure he remembered who was in charge, I landed another half-hearted punch to his helpless belly. His legs didn’t even react to this, telling me his surrender was complete.

Now ready, I returned to kneel at his genitalia. I took his dick into my mouth and slowly massaged him with my warm, wet spit. As I used my tongue to stimulate the underside, Jack’s cock expanded inside my mouth like a balloon. It kept getting thicker and wider, as opposed to longer. Just like his squat, compact body, Jack’s manly organ was massively strong - five inches long and at least two inches thick. My jaw was forced to expand to maximum just to keep from touching him with my teeth.

I had to adjust my tactics in order to service this pulsating, five inch fireplug. I took him in deep and pressed my lips against his brown pubes. Once there, I squeezed him with the roof of my mouth, while gently scraping him underneath with the back of my tongue. 

Jack twitched and flexed at this sensation, verbally issuing another desperate plea, “Oh, god. What are you doing to me?”

Gary tried to console our prisoner. “Quiet, Jack. Lay back and relax. It’s just like masturbation, only ten times better and you don’t have to do any of the work.”

Jack closed his eyes, while I started doing a waltz on his cock. I’d move up and down on his fat meat once, twice and thrice. Stopping with my lips pressed tightly into his pubes and attacking him with my tongue, I’d hold him there for a count of two, then resume the oral stroke -- one, two, three squeeze, squeeze, squeeze -- one, two, three scrape, scrape, scrape. 

Measure by measure, I composed my waltz, while Jack’s mind drifted away from us. Little by little, he began to absorb the incredible sensations my oral worship caused, and I could sense his muscular little body relax and surrender. Seeing this, I increased my waltz tempo and began attacking him from different angles, stimulating the left, center and then right of his throbbing shaft, once again alternating the pattern in repetitive three’s. 

Jack had completely left us now. Occasionally, he would utter a slight groan of pleasure, but for the most part all we heard was his increasingly heavy breathing. Gary’s full nelson was now only for precautionary measures, just in case Jack was trying to fool us in order to escape. Then our prisoner did something that surprised us both - he brought us into his fantasy. 

“Please, sir. Don’t beat me anymore. I will do anything you say.”

Gary and I made eye contact, while I continued orally stroking our helpless victim. My partner gave me a questioning look, as though he was wondering if we should respond to this. 

I also was a little puzzled. Jack had always come across as such a domineering, arrogant and pushy man, but now he seemed to desire being some sort of bitch or pretend slave. I decided to test these waters. Reaching up with both hands, I lightly scraped my fingernails across Jack’s stretched nipples. 

He flinched and puffed up his mighty chest, “No, please sir, no. I’ll be obedient, just don’t beat me so hard. Please, sir.”

Wow, who would have guessed? That response confirmed what we thought. I motioned to Gary to take over working on our slave’s nipples, while I brought my hands down and formed two fists. I began to throw mediocre punches into those taut, hard belly muscles like I was knocking on a door, all the while increasing the tempo of my cock sucking waltz.