| THE MECHANICSby Mafisto(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)John Blake wandered into Russell's Body Shop by accident, literally,after a shiny silver Volkswagen Beetle (new model), driving at Autobahnspeeds, burned a light at the intersection and rammed his sedanright into the garage parking lot. John, shaken, stayed put behind thewheel for half a minute; then he carefully palpated his neck, arms,chest, and legs, and concluded with relief that he was unhurt: the trunkhad taken most of the impact. As he dazedly got out of his car, still inshock, his worries shifted towards the stolen chemicals in the trunk.A tall mechanic in blue overalls was rushing towards him from theshop. "Are you OK, sir?" he said, then he looked away behind John."Fuck, look at the nerve of this guy: he's driving away!"John whirled around: the Beetle had indeed taken off. "Were you able tomake out the license plate number?" he asked the mechanic, as he turnedback and started walking over to the trunk."He was too quick for me, sorry sir."The mechanic twisted his mouth in frustration. His good looking, honestface was built with hearty features: a long nose, a wide chin, a thickforehead. His curls of dark brown hair were slightly wet, and beads ofsweat sprinkled his forehead. A tag on his overalls labeled him as a"Scott"."Doesn't matter, I guess," said John, trying to open the trunk.. Damn,he thought, those Domination will kill me if the chemicals aredamaged! "This trunk won't open!""What happened?" said a rugged sexy voice from behind him.John looked behind him. A twenty-year-old Adonis with golden hairwas coming out of the garage. He wore a tight black T-shirt and jeans,and was playing around with a driver. John stared at him silently, asScott told him about the accident."Why are you staring at me like that?" he said to John, startling him."I'm sorry, you looked familiar... I was trying to place you." Ofcourse! John thought. You're that guy from my fantasies. I remembernow..."I guess we'd better take this inside to take a look at the damage,"said Scott.They put John's car in neutral gear and pushed it through the shop'ssingle door. John tried to help, but seemed more in the way thananything. Scott closed the door behind them, while Evan, the hunk,surveyed the damage.'Seems it's mostly the trunk that's damaged," he said after a fewminutes. " ' want us to make an estimate for the insurance?""You might as well. I don't know any other shop around here. But first,I'd like you to try to open the trunk. There's fragile stuff in therethat might be broken.""I can give it a try, alright," said Evan.He attempted to lift the trunk door; his muscles bulged, his bodycrisped, but he did not succeed. John was hovering around him, and itmade the mechanic uncomfortable."Scott, could you give me a hand with that?" he asked, wiping hisforehead with his arm.. He had light freckles below his eyes.Scott came to help him, and they tried to lift the trunk door together.There was a loud creak, but the door stayed still."Sir, would you mind fetching my crowbar from the table?" said Scott, asthey were about to make another attempt."No problem," said John, walking toward the cluttered table at the otherend.As he grabbed the crowbar, he heard a deafening grating noise, then aloud bang. The two mechanics coughed and yelled: "Fuck, what's thatstuff?" "Stinks like hell."His trunk door was opened and surrounded by heavy fumes. The twomechanics were coming out of the fumes on each side, wobbling andcoughing like crazy. Scott struck the trunk door close again."Guys, are you all right?" asked John, in a panic. He walked towardsEvan, grabbing his shoulder."I don't know. I'm feeling strange. But don't touch me, ok?"John's hand snapped off. "Sorry. Didn't mean to...""What... <cough> *is* in this trunk, by the way?... I just inhaled<cough> a lot of it.""Me too. ' went right to my brain... <cough>," said Scott."Yeah, it felt like a <cough>... brain freeze. Shit, I feel another<cough> wave coming..."Evan leaned his back over John's hood, while Scott clung to it with onehand to keep his balance. Both had stopped talking, and had closed theireyes. They swayed slowly, almost imperceptibly, from side to side."My head..." said Scott. "There's this buzz. waving in and out. It'skind of relaxing actually...""Yeah, relaxing..." droned Evan. He opened his eyes, but there was nospark in them. He stood up, but didn't move, still swaying slowly.Scott's eyes were also open, and with that same, empty, faraway look.What sort of chemicals had he stolen? thought John. What was thisreaction that these fumes in his trunk had caused in Scott and Evan?Both seemed in a sort of trance. "Guys, do you hear me?" he asked."Yesssssss," said Scott."Yesssssss," said Evan, a few seconds later.What to do? thought John. Should he call 911?"Scott, how do you feel?" he asked."...I feeeeelllll gooood," he droned. "...like my miiiind isoooopeeeen...."Were they in some sort of hypnotic trance? John looked at those twohandsome boys, completely helpless, and, unexpectedly, he was startingto get aroused. Why not try something out, some sort of bidding?"Scott, I need some cash. Would you go to your cash register and bringme all the money that's in there?"There was a moment of hesitation, during which John feared he hadmisjudged their state. But then:"...yeessssssss...." and Scott tottered towards the office like azombie.John could not believe it! What were the chances of anything like thathappening? He turned towards Evan, who was so vulnerable -- a confusedangel in need of direction."Evan..." He paused to gather his nerves. "...Would you take off yourshirt for me, please?"Again, a moment of hesitation. Then Evan said, with his rugged voice:"Yeaaaaahh... My shiiiiirt..." and he pulled out the from hisjeans, then lifted it off slowly, clumsily, revealing first hiswell-sculpted abs, then his thick, smooth pecs, and finally his strongshoulders and biceps. He let the drop to the floor beside him, andreturned to his quasi-motionless state.The sight of the of his fantasies stripping his for himaroused John intensely. Both were straight, for sure; no way hewould have been able to have them in any other circumstance. Wasn't itstrange that his thoughts had automatically drifted towards sex?Meanwhile, Scott was walking back towards him, holding a Hershey barsbox filled with bills and change. He presented it to John, who took itand placed on a chair beside him."Thank you, Scott. I appreciate your generosity. Now, you won't mind ifI take these overalls off you? It's getting awfully hot in here.""...Hooooot... I woooon't miiinnnd... Taaake theeemm oooofff..."John grabbed the zipper and slowly brought it down Scott's chest, whotook his arms out and let the clothes fall down to his feet. He waswearing tight white boxerbriefs underneath, and his chest, smoother thanEvan's, glistened with sweat. He had a tattoo on his left shoulder. Johntook the overalls off Scott's feet and stared at Scott's package shapingthe front of his boxerbriefs."Now, listen to me, both of you. I will count up to three, and you willreturn to your normal selves, except that you will not notice that someof your clothes are missing. You will act as if you were completelydressed. Also, you will call me sir, and always find an occasion to tellme that you are at my service. In fact, you will feel compelled to obeyanything I tell you, any request, as if it was the most normal thing inthe world. Now repeat my instructions..."They took a few seconds to let his instructions sink in, then started torepeat: "... You will cooount up to threeeee... We will retuuuurn toooouuur former seeeelves..."After he had them repeat the instructions a few times, which seemed totake forever, John finally said in a strong steady voice: "1... 2...3..."The sparkle in their eyes returned, although they still appeared a bitconfused."What happened, sir?" asked Scott. "I seem to have lost it for amoment...""Yeah, all I remember are those fumes from the trunk," said Evan, "thenit's a complete blank..." He hesitated, as if he had forgottensomething. Then he remembered. "Sir...""You were just dazed for a while. Nothing to be concerned about," saidJohn. "So, will you two fix my car?""We're at your service, sir," said Scott, standing at attention with hisarms behind his back, which, considering he was only wearing a pair ofboxerbriefs, was quite provocative."Yeah, at your service, sir," said Evan, also standing up straight,holding his jeans by the waistband with one hand."Good. Now get to work."The two mechanics went to the table to grab some tools and started towork on his car as they would have done normally had they been dressed."So how's Tina?" asked Scott."A bit pissed about last night," said Evan, getting in the back seat ofthe car and examining the door from the inside. "She wants me to cancelthe poker game tonight.""And why the fuck would you do that?" said Scott, carefully removing thebroken glass from the opposite door. "That's crazy... She'd be punishingnot only you, but all your friends as well."John circled the car and came close to Evan in the back seat."Evan, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'd like you to strip down to yourunderwear, if that's possible. You can remain where you are."Evan instantly dropped his tools to the car floor and looked straight atJohn, eager to please."Of course, sir. I'm at your service, sir."He snapped off his running shoes, pulled off his socks, then slid hisjeans off his muscular legs. He was wearing a pair of white briefs whichhugged his "equipment" tightly. He then picked his tools back up, thenreturned to work casually."You know her," he said, resuming his conversation with Scott. "I guessthat's what she wants... Punishing all of us, I mean...""Well, don't you think you should defy her a bit? You're getting toosubmissive you know. You didn't use to be like that.""So you think I'm domesticated..." Evan said, with a little laugh."Fucking yeah!" said Scott, and they both laughed.John, now a bit away from the car, called to them: "Could you both standhere before me for a moment, please?"They stopped their work instantly, and hurried to take their placefacing him. They stood with their hands behind their backs, smiling likeemployees-of-the-month."At your service, sir," they said, almost in unison."I'm getting a bit warm, so I want you to remove all my clothes, exceptfor my underwear. Do it slowly.""Yes, sir.""At your service, sir.""Oh, and Evan, you will let me touch you anywhere I please while you'redoing that."Evan looked shocked. "Of course, sir. It will be my pleasure."He started to slowly unbutton John's shirt, while Scott kneeled beforeJohn, unzipping his khakis. Evan's rough hands felt like paradise onJohn's skin. John started to fondle Evan's pecs, and worked his way downhis flanks to his ass.He was soon stripped to his boxers, and his two mechanics stood againbefore him. He had a huge hard-on just being in the presence of thesetwo in their underwear completely at his mercy."Now, I want you two to slowly lower your underwear down to yourankles."They blinked and there was but the briefest of hesitation in their eyes,but Scott said:"If that's what you want, sir, we're at your service!""Yes, we'll do as you wish sir."They pulled down their underwear, gradually revealing their patches ofpubic hair, then their soft cocks and balls. Scott's cock was around sixinches, and cut. Evan's cock was longer and thicker, and his pubic hairwas blond."Now, turn around."They again agreed verbally and started to rotate in place clumsily,exposing their asses. Evan's ass was tighter and more muscular thanScott's, but Scott's was lean and had its own charms.John came close to them and squeezed their butt cheeks."Now, if I want to use your asses for my personal enjoyment, what willyou say?""I'll say that my ass is at your service, sir," said Scott emphatically."And I'll say you can use my butt for whatever you please, sir," saidEvan."Good, good, I'm very pleased by your service here." John was eager totake them up on their offers, but he wanted to milk the moment for aslong as he could. "Now, go back to work as you are. However, you'll findthat working like this in the nude will gradually excite you sexually.You'll start thinking about sex, and the more you'll try to think ofanything else, the more you'll think about having sex, right now, byyourselves and eventually with each other. Now go.""Yes, sir. At your service."They went back to work under the intense stare of John, who was slowlyrubbing his crotch through his boxers. Evan started to sand the leftside of the car, and Scott, to remove a torn panel from the door."I *do* think you're domesticated," said Scott. "Your girlfriend has youby the balls.""I guess I enjoy that. It makes me... happy?... horny? Yeah, horny...Anyway, let's talk about something else, ok? How was the baseball game Imissed last night?"Evan scratched his pubic hair as Scott answered: "It was fantastic. Itwas exciting... It makes me hard just to think about it."He wasn't kidding. His cock was already stretching forward, half hard.Evan started at it briefly, then started to fondle his balls. "Is thatso? I guess watching player after player grabbing a long hard bat,waving it around, scratching their crotches, it could make someonehot..."His own cock was also getting excited. Scott turned his soldering ironoff, and said:"I can't concentrate properly. I'm gonna take a little break. God, Ifeel so horny. You don't mind if I jerk off right here, now... I..." Hedidn't wait for Evan's answer. He lay down right there on the floor andstarted to stroke his cock with passion."No, I don't mind. I feel relieved. I'm so fucking hot and horny too..."He sat on the hood of John's car, beating his meat. They were breathingdeeply now, and then the moaning started."Scott," asked Evan. "<moan> What are you thinking about?""I'm trying to think about Julie...<moan>""Oh.""But my thoughts always come back to you, probably because you're rightthere.""Me too. I mean, I think about you. Scott, fuck, come here and suck mycock, suck my balls, I can't wait..."Scott jumped to his feet and hurried to kneel before Evan, swallowinghis huge, thick, erection with alacrity. John was also jerking off likea madman, his boxers down to his ankles. He moved to get a better viewof the action."Good," said John, after watching them for a while. "Now Scott, its myturn. I want you to come here and service my cock.""Yes, sir. At your service sir."John sat on the hood right next to Evan, and Scott shuffled sideways toface John's genitals. He swallowed John's cock roughly. His mouth feltwarm and wet and wonderful. The suction gave John such a rush that healmost came right then and there. He grabbed Evan's erection with onehand and started to jerk him off; with the other hand, he massaged hisnipples."Evan, I want you to kiss me.""Yes, sir. At your serv..." He did not finish his sentence becauseJohn's tongue was already in his mouth, and he returned the favorobediently. His mouth smelled minty, as if he had chewed gum not toolong ago. Then John lay on Evan's warm and firm chest, and started tolick all around the mechanic's huge dick. Finally, he took it in,an inch at a time, and on it slowly and hungrily, enjoying thedouble sensation of a hot cock in his mouth and a hot mouth around hiscock.John then moved his hand under Evan's ass, which Evan lifted a bit offthe hood, and then proceeded to knead his cheeks, and feel his buttholewith his finger. He was unable to resist anymore..."Now, listen to me both." he said, getting off the hood. "I need somemore service. I need to fuck you both in the ass, and I need you tofucking like it, is that clear?""Yes, sir," said Evan, turning around on his belly, putting his feet onthe ground, and lifting his ass up in the air. "My ass is at yourservice, sir. Fuck it all you want.""Right away, sir," said Scott, taking the same position as Evan besidehim and spreading his cheeks open. "I'm at your complete service, sir. Iwill do my best to satisfy your fucking needs."John took a little grease from the ground and prepared Evan's ass. Itwas tight, and it was obvious it had never been fucked."Evan, I order you to loosen your ass.""Yes, sir."John inserted his finger in his ass again, and felt it loosen up. Hegradually inserted his cock in the Adonis's ass, sensing him tensefrom the pain. It was hot, and tight. He smelled so good, His skin wassmooth, not too soft, not too rough. It was a pleasure to pump this ass.He alternated between the two mechanics' asses, until he got almost tothe brink, then he said: "Now, turn around on your backs and jerk off.I'm about to come, and I want you to come with me...""Yes, sir. At your service." They did as he asked and started to jerkoff. Finally, John yelled: "I'm coming... I'm coming...""I'm coming too, sir," said Evan."Me too," said Scott.The three of them spurted and long jets of white on theirchests and even their faces, John aiming at each of them in turn, mixinghis with theirs. He ordered them to lick it off each other's bodies,which they did avidly.Finally, reluctantly, he gave them back their wills, but not beforemaking them repeat a few further instructions...* * *A month later, long after having cleared up his mess with Domination,John returned to Russell's Body Shop. Scott and Evan barely rememberedhim, and looked at him impassively. They were both wearing overalls thatday."Did you manage to clean that trunk?" asked Scott."I can still remember that awful smell..." said Evan."It was hard, but we managed to do it. Now, I have a scratch on the leftdoor I need you two to look at."They had him drive the car inside the shop. He got out, and said:"It's all yours. Can I count on you to give me the best servicepossible?"At this sentence, their eyes became vacant. They unzipped theiroveralls, stepped out of them, and stood up straight, Evan in light blueboxers and Scott in Joe Boxers white and yellow "happy faces"boxerbriefs. They put their hand behind their backs, and their hardeningcocks started to protrude forward in their underwear."Yes, sir. At your service, sir."
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