A good old fashioned spanking

I was driving out west to meet some friends in San Francisco when my check engine came on. The bright red light flashing in the middle of nowhere. I quickly was panning to the left and right for any sign of life. It was maybe two or three in the morning as I was driving on a desolate highway somewhere between Nebraska and Colorado. There wee no other traffic and it was pitch black outside of my headlights. My car began to make a sound as I became more frightened. I spotted the faint glow of light to my left. It was down a gravel road and I thought it looked like a small gas station. I pulled of the next exit as the sound became louder. I turned back off the concrete road for a twisting and turning gravel road. The light I has seen was further away than initially thought. The dust from the dry gravel road kicked up and made my head lights practically useless as I had to drive even slower. Finally to my right, down about another mile away I saw the faint glow. I pulled up to this run down gas station with just two pumps and an attached garage. I put my car in park off to the side with the garage. I walked into the very tiny establishment and was greeted by an old lady who had only a few teeth. She said, "you must be lost." as she took a long pull on her cigarette. I then asked if there was someone who could look at my car. I had noticed steam coming from under the hood of my car and a distinct smell. She said she needed to wake her husband and have him take a look. I then asked if there was a bathroom I could use. She pointed it out as she disappeared. I had to walk up then down a step in the uneven structure to the bathroom. To my shock there was no door and there was no sink! Just a disgusting toilet that hadn't been flushed for some time. I decided to just take a piss standing up.

I unzipped my tan shorts and from the sheer weight of my keys and wallet in them, they fell down around my ankles. I wasn't wearing underwear like usual. I bent over quickly. There was this presence I sensed behind me. I jerked up and twisted around to see this rough looking man, with a long unkempt gray beard and long greasy hair with pitch black eyes staring at me. I froze it of fright not realizing my cock hanging out over my zipper. He looked me over judging me. Then he spoke in a deep gritty voice telling me, "so I hear you have car trouble?" I saw him gazing at my cock. I pushed it back in my shorts and zipped up carefully. He reached out his hand to shake mine. His hand looked gnarly, but he shook my hand hard jerking me towards him. In my haste, I didn't button my shorts and I was foolish enough to reach out with the hand that had been holding up my shorts. They fell down and I flashed him again due to his aggressive handshake! I apologized as he just watched this idiot, me, once again pull his shorts up. He stood there not saying a word. Even after I got my shorts on he just looked at me. It was creepy. I had to break the silence and asked if I could show him my car. He followed me out very slowly. We got out to my car. The old man knew what had happened just from the smell before I had popped the hood. He crouched down and looked at the fluid under my car. He pulley out a flashlight from his pocket and verified his correct assessment. He said he could work on it in the morning. I looked at him saddened by the news. I tried to explain to him i needed to get back on the road as soon as possible and fatefully asked if there was any way he could do it sooner. He just stared at me.

We looked at each other in silence. I felt like I was in a horror movie. It was so creepy! I didn't know exactly where I was, my car was broken, I needed to take a piss badly, I was desperate, and I was now shaking at this old man as he stared directly into my soul. Of all the things I had expected him to say and how I would responded, I would never of guessed this!!!

"You are one of those queer fellas." the old man pointing at me with one hand on his narrow hip. It was more of a statement but I answered it like a question.

"Uh, yes sir I am!" I was ashamed it was so obvious but he figured it out quick when he saw my privates shaved smooth.

His eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed from my response. He looked at me, a feeling of being totally exposed had me shaking in the cold night. He made me follow him through a side entrance to the garage. I began to inquire what it would take to fix it, how long it would take, and how much it would cost. I was just this dumb seventeen year old driving across the country just to get my ass plugged by three gay guys I had only talked to online. Plus, I didn't have that much cash! The old guy flipped a light on. They flickered on an off making me squint and feel a bit squirmish. The old man moved a wooden saw horse under the flickering light. Just to make noise, I told the old man I didn't have much in the way of money. He seemed to be uninterested in what I had to say as he rummaged through a shelf. Having found a piece of dirty carpet, he draped it over the saw horse. He looked at me briefly, then he continued to scavenge through piles of trash. The old man kept looking and my impatience got the best of me and asked if I could help him look for something. The old man made loud noises as he moved stuff around ignoring what I had said. I waited a good minute or two and offered to help him look again. The old man was put off by me, he didn't turn around nor did he stop looking as he calmly said, "why don't you take your clothes off and bend over that there saw horse?" I was shaking all over and begun to back away towards the door we had come in. The old man didn't turn around until he had found what he was looking for. He turned around and saw I hadn't done what he said. He held a black tube in his hand. He again told me to strip and bend over the saw horse in a louder toned deep voice. I was now trembling and thinking of running away but to where? I was trapped! I asked as politely as I could what he had planned to do with that black tube. The old man, Dale, said he planned to replace my broken radiator hose with it. I settled down just slightly and asked why he wanted me to strip and bend over his saw horse. Dale gave a blood curdling smile telling me it was how I was going to pay for it. The thoughts of him fucking me were repulsive and erotic in a sadistic way. He put the tube on a work bench and just pointed to the saw horse.

Having no other options, I striped and bent over the saw horse. Dale walked around me and stopped behind me. He placed his dirty hand on my pale bubble butt and began to rub me. His strong hands felt oddly good as he deeply massaged but of my cheeks. I felt him overpowering me in such a vunerbale way. I relaxed a bit more. Then he gave me a slap on my right buttock. I jumped and gave a pussy cry. Dale didn't say a word as he rubbed me again. This went on for several minutes. Dale would rub, spank, walk around me then repeat the process. The rubbing was shorter, the hand spanking was harder and my yelping got louder. Dale seemed to like me crying out and jumping. What he didn't like was when I stood up. Dale ordered me to take the carpet off the saw horse. He made me put my hands on the saw horse and told me to keep them on it or I would get the belt. I firmly gripped the splintery wood, stuck my ass out with legs shoulder width apart. I was scared by my cock loved it! It bobbed up and down every time Dale smacked his open palm into my ass. He spent equal time on my ass cheeks. I was sweating in the cool garage. Dale started to tease me with his spankings. I would tense up for a blow and he would stop short until I relaxed my hind quarters then crack me hard.

I had watery eyes from the increasing pain , my ass was throbbing, and I began to plead for Dale to be merciful. Dale responded with him slamming his hand hard and firmly gripping my ass. Jumped and one of my hand instinctively reached back to thwart him away. Big Mistake!! Dale took his belt off. I stood up and told him I had had enough. I picked up my clothes and headed to the door. There standing just outside was his wife, Nancy. She smiled her toothless grin holding something in her hands. I slowly backed into the garage. Nancy walked in pointing it at me and over to the saw horse. I dropped my clothes, my whole body shaking and me sobbing with the realization this could be the end. I put both hands onto the hard wood and assumed the position. Nancy place what she had in her hands on a workbench and grabbed a stool. She dragged it across the concrete floor. It screamed like finger nails across a chalk board. Nancy sat down close to my left side. Dale was standing there silently watching me get back into position. The crack of the leather hitting my ass was equally horrifying as was the feel of it hitting my flesh. I shouted out loudly making my ears ring! My legs were like jello, shaky and weak. My head slumped down. Dale walked slowly around me. His dark eyes seemed unphased by the pain he caused me. Nancy distracted me when she took her bony hand to stroke my extra thick cock. Once again, I was repulsed and aroused by her actions. Dale took his time snapping his leather belt and pacing slowly behind me. I awaited for the next devastating strike. Nancy kept stroking me gently. When she stopped, Dale struck me again. I jumped, cried out, and cried but not as much as the first time. Nancy one again stroked my bouncing cock. My legs kept shaking. Sweat mixed with my tears fell down splattering on the concrete. Dale once again took so long between his punishments that I had almost forgotten about him as Nancy had gotten me close to cum.

The leather kissed my ass and I lost all control. Nancy had gotten me to the point of no return. I cried out, my body when into convulsions and it jerked and twisted as I bore my fingernails into the saw horse. My cock and head bobbed in sequence as cum shot out of me. I moaned in pain and extacy as I continued to pump cum out of my body. When I had finished I stood up and slowly walked around. Dale had begun to put his belt on and Nancy had gone to pick up what she had used to coax me. I pleaded with Dale and Nancy I couldn't take any more. Neither one of them said a word to me. I reached around and tentatively touched my swollen ass. Just touching it made me jump. Dale grabbed the pipe and a small box of tools. He walked by me just staring at how pathetic I looked naked. He walked out. Nancy told me to follow her into the man part of the building. I gathered my clothes and just carried them with me.

Nancy put ice onto a hankerchief and instructed me to put it on my ass. She opened a small medical kit. She poured rubbing alcohol on a pad. Nancy moved behind me as I leaned over the front counter. I cried out from how badly it stung from her dabbing the cool liquid on my broken flesh. Once she was satisfied with her work. She placed a bandage where my flesh had been ripped open. I dressed gingerly and leaned against the counter because it hurt to move.

Dale came around and informed me everything was fixed. Whether or not I believed him, didn't matter I was ready to get out of there! Oddly enough, I did thank Dale and Nancy as they watched me get into my car. It hurt like hell to sit down but once I settled in, it was tolerable. I drove off slowly but when I got further down the road, I hit the gas. My check engine light had stopped.

I drove out to San Francisco in hoped of hooking up with these three hot sexy guys but was sadly misled. The address they had given me was bogus. I ended up making the trip for nothing.....