Part A: Nick

Nick pressed his face against the glass, shading his view with both hands but the windows were heavily coated and he couldn't see in. He heaved a deep sigh of dread, but he'd promised to actually go into the store and he would do it. Reluctantly he pushed the door open and froze, immediately overwhelmed by the riot of colour in the displays, and then, at second glance, he blushed deep red as he took in the array of sex toys and aids.

He almost turned around and ran out, but the store seemed deserted. He was there for lube, he reminded himself, the kind that lasted underwater. He steeled himself to advance further into the store because clearly they didn't keep the lube by the door.

Nick flinched as he passed a display of bondage gear, at least that's what he thought it was. It was certainly leather, black and generously studded. The various paddles, whips and feathery things just made him shudder. He couldn't imagine agreeing to something like that and wondered what kind of people did.

He stopped at a display of videos, distracted by the array of huge boobs everywhere. He became determined to find one showing two guys together, something of more interest to him. He became so absorbed he didn't notice the lights shutting off until a jangle of keys grabbed his attention. It must be closing time and he hadn't even located the lube section yet.

"Hello?" he called out.

Silence.

"Hey, is anyone here?" He was trying to decide what to do if he was locked in for the night when he heard an answering voice.

"What are you doing? Store closed fifteen minutes ago," came a reproving voice, an undercurrent of humour running through it.

"Um… I… I didn't hear you," Nick stuttered meekly, catching his breath as the proprietor came into view.

He was quite a young man, slim, with his hair spiked just as Nick liked it. But what caught Nick's attention were the sinfully tight black leather pants, clinging like a second skin from where they were slung low on the hips to the knees, where they flared out to cover black boots. On top the young man was wearing only a black leather vest, which swung open across his chest displaying a pierced nipple, and each wrist sported a black leather armband. He was also wearing a dangerously predatory expression tempered with a little smirk.

He crossed his arms, regarding Nick thoughtfully. "When I call out that the store's closing I expect everyone to leave. You can't just stay as long as you like… or you may have to stay as long as I like."

Nick shivered a bit and started to sidle past the young man, "I won't keep you then, I'm so sorry…"

"Stay right there!" The young man's voice snapped like a whip and Nick froze in place.

The young man smiled at Nick's obedience. "Very good, prompt response. Now what was it you wanted?"

"Um, what?" Nick asked stupidly.

"You came in for something, what did you want?"

"Oh, um, waterproof lube," Nick mumbled.

"Follow me," the young man commanded and numbly, Nick followed him further into the store through a second doorway. The young man stopped in front of a large display and waved an elegant hand. "Help yourself. I'm just going to get… something." Nick watched the cheeks of the young man's ass strain at the leather with each step as he strolled away. They were so tight, so round, he just wanted to sink his teeth into them. As the young man rounded a corner out of sight, he snapped back to the task at hand, searching through seeming acres of lubes to locate the right one.

When he'd located the tube he thought he wanted, Nick turned to walk to the register. As he walked to the doorway, the young man suddenly appeared and commanded, "Stop right there!" Afraid that he'd unwittingly violated some unwritten etiquette of the store, Nick froze again, turning his head questioningly.

Quicker than he'd thought possible, the young man caught his right hand and snapped a handcuff on it. Nick recoiled, but the young man was surprisingly strong and was already snapping another cuff on his left wrist, his hand still clutching the tube of lube nervously. Nick was caught in the doorway, each handcuff attached to rings sunk into the wood that he hadn't noticed before, his hand spread out at his sides.

He jerked on his restraints, and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

The young man appeared in front of him with a wicked smile. "I'm playing and if you're good, you'll have a good time." He frowned. "But if you keep yelling, I'll have to gag you and then you won't have such a good time." His eyes flicked in the direction of the whips. "So, what'll it be?"

Nick swallowed audibly. "Why are you doing this?" he asked in a quieter voice.

"Because you didn't leave on time. You agree you need to be punished for that, don't you?"

Nick looked terrified and the young man laughed, "I like the nervous ones best." And with that he vanished again.

Nick tested the handcuffs. They were fur-lined so at least they didn't hurt but they were also as strong as any the police carried. He yanked and pulled but couldn't release himself.

He waited, growing more nervous with each passing moment. Suddenly the young man reappeared, pulling a tall stool behind him. On it he placed a glass dildo. It was quite beautiful, cobalt blue with clear swirls around the stem and a realistic looking head. It was also quite large and Nick swallowed nervously again. The young man looked at him, threw him a sweet smile and disappeared once more.

He came back pushing a large mirror on wheels and positioned it carefully in front of Nick. Nick was startled to see his own widened eyes, looking innocent and vulnerable, his face a bit pale and it was… arousing to see his hands restrained out to his sides.

The young man's face appeared over his shoulder and his eyes met Nick's in the mirror. "You're very beautiful, you know?" he said softly. "I can't wait to unwrap my present."

Nick pulled at the handcuffs again and the young man smiled at his struggles, a feral look in his eyes that made Nick nervous.

"You might as well relax and enjoy this. You don't have much choice," the young man pointed out.

Suddenly Nick felt the young man's hand circle him and pull his shirt out of his jeans. He closed his eyes as he felt nimble fingers unbutton the shirt one button at a time without ever touching him. Finally the shirt hung open and the young man commanded, "Open your eyes. I want you to watch."

Nick opened his eyes to see his shirt pulled wide, falling off his shoulders and exposing his chest and stomach. He shuddered as the young man's hands touched his skin for the first time, slowly stroking over the tensed muscles of his back. "Your skin is so perfect," the young man crooned. "So beautiful."

Nick watched as the hands slid over his shoulders, caressed his chest and stopped at his nipples, pinching them just to the point of pain. The tingly feeling shot straight to his groin and he whimpered softly as he felt the first stirring of his cock. "Like that, huh?" The young man chuckled softly. "Look at yourself, see how much you're enjoying this. You love knowing that I can do whatever I want to you and you can't stop it, don't you?"

Nick groaned, knowing it was the truth. He loved having his nipples played with but just the idea that he was bound, restrained, at the young man's mercy, was adding to his arousal in the most maddening way. He felt guilty and ashamed but he'd never been so turned on in his entire life.

The disembodied hands slid lower, the black wrist bands creating the illusion that they were moving on their own. Nick felt his abdominal muscles ripple as the hands started unbuckling his belt. The young man pulled the belt completely out of the loops of Nick's jeans and doubled it in his hands, snapping it briskly. Nick jumped and yelped and the young man laughed, tossing the belt to the ground.

Then the hands were back and Nick leaned his groin into the touch, hoping to get some friction on his cock straining against his tight jeans, which were getting tighter by the moment. But the hands merely brushed against his sensitized skin as they unzipped the jeans. Nick's eyes met the young man's in the mirror and he was pleading now, begging for his captor to reach inside and touch him.

"What do you want?" the young man asked, his hands hovering, not touching.

"Touch me… please…" Nick managed a strangled moan.

The hands went immediately to the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down Nick's trembling thighs to his knees. "Look at yourself," the voice reminded him and Nick obediently lifted his eyes to the mirror again. The hands now slid under the waistband of his boxers and caressed Nick's sides as his shorts were pushed down to join the jeans.

Nick groaned as his cock sprang free from all the fabric and stood at attention against his flat belly. "Look how gorgeous you are handcuffed to the door, half naked, with my hands on you," the voice teased him.

Nick's eyes were huge, his face flushed and his mouth hung open as he gasped for air. The young man ducked under his arm and picked up the blue dildo, and Nick couldn't tear his eyes away from the long slender fingers stroking up and down the length of the glass cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this, would you like that?" the young man asked softly.

Nick nodded yes unconsciously but his voice quavered, "I've never done… anything… like that…"

"Oh, you'll be begging me to fuck you with this before we're done," the young man assured him. "But first…" he put the dildo down and produced a red squiggly thing, with spiky points. "We'll just slip this on."

Nick flinched as the young man approached him, but he ducked under Nick's arm again and from behind, Nick saw the hands come around again. "It's just a cock ring," the young man reassured him, "So you don't come until I let you."

Finally the hands were touching his rigid flesh, burning with need, and the band was stretched over his cock and around his balls. His captor gave his erection a tiny pat. "See, that's not so bad, is it?"

Nick shook with excitement and dropped his head back. He'd never felt so dirty before, this was so wrong but it felt so right.

The hands encircled him from behind, once again pinching and teasing his nipples into hard nubs and he gasped as he felt the slick leather pants come into contact with his ass. He ground back hard against the young man, feeling the heat where the leather strained over an erection that felt huge to his fevered imagination.

The young man pulled away and after a few minutes of standing alone, wondering, Nick felt a slick finger slide between the cleft of his cheeks. The finger caressed his puckered opening, circling gently, then breached the tight ring of muscle, causing him to rise to his toes and gasp at the sudden invasion. "Oh, God," he groaned and widened his legs to allow better access. The finger pushed inside in one slow glide and the young man curled it, allowing himself to brush over Nick's prostate. Nick jumped and whimpered loudly, pushing his ass back to get more.

The young man pumped his finger in and out slowly until Nick relaxed and then withdrew his finger. Nick whimpered softly. The young man ducked in front again to retrieve the blue glass dildo, slowly and thoughtfully caressing the shaft with a large amount of lube. Their eyes met, the young man's looking amused though aroused, Nick's pleading and unsure.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this now, do you want that?"

"Um, no… I don't know…"

"I'm gonna fuck you with this up your ass while I suck you. Don't you want that? To be fucked and sucked at the same time?"

Silently Nick nodded.

"No, you gotta ask me. I want to hear you beg for it," the young man instructed gently.

Nick groaned in frustration and embarrassment. If anyone had ever suggested to him that he would enjoy having a stranger handcuff him to a door, shove a dildo up his ass and suck him off at the same time, he would have unhesitatingly denied any such desire, yet here he was about to beg for it. Because he knew he would beg, it was just a question of time. The pressure building in his groin was too much for him and no amount of pride would ever feel as good as this wicked pleasure was about to.

"Please…" he stalled.

"Yes?" The young man thoughtfully continued to play with the dildo.

"Please, shove that dildo up my ass and fuck me hard and suck me at the same time!"

The young man smirked in triumph and sank to his knees in front of Nick. "Now don't forget to watch," he reminded Nick, who lifted his eyes from the young man to the mirror.

He caught his breath, struggling for air because this was even hotter. His hands were restrained, his shirt hung off his shoulders, his pants were around his knees and the beautiful young man with a perfect ass was kneeling in front of him, both cheeks round and smooth in the slick leather. He watched himself jump as he felt the hands spread his cheeks and the head of the glass cock pressing into his entrance. It was cold and slick and unbearably smooth. He moaned as the ridge made it past the tight muscle and he clenched convulsively at the size and coldness.

The young man waited till Nick's breathing slowed and then continued to push it in slowly, inch by inch until Nick had taken the entire length. Nick watched in the mirror as the young man's head got closer to his groin and then flicked his glance down to watch him lick his lips, then take one first hot swipe over the head of his cock.

"Fuck me… please… I need… I can't take it… suck me now!" Nick demanded.

The young man took Nick's cock into his mouth and Nick moaned with relief, it was so hot, so wet, the tongue swirling around the head. And then the dildo started fucking his ass, slowly at first, and the young man angled it to hit Nick's prostate.

Nick's hips jerked with over-stimulation and he wailed as he pushed back onto the dildo and forward into the young man's mouth. He saw himself in the mirror; rocking helplessly and his mouth open, breathing hard. He'd forgotten about the cock ring but now he realized he couldn't come and his arousal was building.

He felt as if he was on fire, his cock hard as rock, his balls drawn up and ready, his ass open and spread over the dildo fucking him and he couldn't get any relief.

"Please… you have to… let me come… please…" he gasped as he jerked against his restraints, trying to spread his legs as wide as he could with his jeans trapping them.

The young man gently released Nick's cock and fondled it with one hand. He looked up at Nick and said, "I'll let you come when I'm buried in your ass so deep you won't know where I start and you end."

"Yes… please…" Nick moaned.

The young man stood up, so close that Nick could feel his hot breath on his lips. He looked Nick straight in the eye and grabbed the back of his head, and pressed their lips together hard, his tongue thrusting deep into Nick's mouth, angling Nick's head to control the kiss.

The young man whispered right into Nick's mouth, "Now I'm gonna fuck you."

Nick nodded eagerly and the young man released him and ducked under his arm again. Nick whimpered as the dildo was pulled out. Hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back and he felt a blunt warmth at his opening, so different from the cold glass dildo.

He pushed his ass back eagerly, unable to wait to get the young man's cock into him. The young man entered in one strong thrust. Nick pushed back forcefully, trying to take the entire length at once. The young man started thrusting, pulling Nick's hips back and slamming into him deep and hard. Nick wailed again as the young man hit the nub of nerves with every stroke, white hot sparks flying before his eyes.

"Look at yourself," the young man gasped as he drove deep inside.

Nick looked in the mirror and watched as his body moved and jerked with each thrust, his hands helpless in their restraints. He felt like he couldn't bear another moment of this exquisite torture and when the young man reached around and slid the cock ring off, he came hard, keening and twisting with the power of his release. He felt the hot fluid deep in his ass as the young man came shortly after him.

Nick sagged in his restraints, chest heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. He moaned as the young man pulled out of his body, and jumped as a cool, wet cloth cleaned him gently. The young man pushed the stool behind Nick and released his hands from the handcuffs. Nick sat down hard on the stool, his trembling legs refusing to hold him up any longer.

Greg put his arms around Nick and cradled him. "Are you okay?" he asked anxiously. "You look like you're going to pass out."

"Fuck, that was amazing," was all Nick could say.

Greg pried the tube of waterproof lube out of Nick's hand. "I can't believe you held this the entire time."

"I thought we were going to fuck in the shower. When did you have time to set this all up?" Nick asked weakly.

"Well, I'm the one who always has to go to the sex store, so I thought I'd give you a reason to motivate you," Greg said innocently. "The manager is kind of a friend, and I'm a good customer, so he gave me the keys. You did say you wanted me to use the dildo and handcuffs on you, didn't you?"

Nick looked up at Greg and smiled. "Let me just remind you, geekboy, paybacks are a bitch."

"But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Hell, yeah." Nick pulled him close and kissed him. "Did you get your nipple pierced?" Nick flicked the tiny gold ring. "It's really hot."

"No way, it's a clip-on." Greg twisted it off and rubbed the site with relief.

"You ever think of getting it pierced?"

"Nick! No! I'm never going to get it pierced."

"Just asking."

Part Deux: Greg

Greg drifted into the door of the deserted showroom, looking at the high-powered cars. Jags could top 130 miles per hour, not that there was any place to drive that fast around here, but it was the power that attracted him, as well as the sleek lines. He ran his hand over the lines of the zircon XK convertible; the paint was so deep and glossy, like you could look right through it. Not that he could ever afford a car like that, being an impoverished student; they started at over $70,000.

"Can I help you?"

Greg jumped. Damn salesmen, you couldn't get a moment alone in a showroom. Now he'd have to brush him off. He turned and noticed the guy was not the ordinary run-of-the-mill smarmy asshole salesman. In fact, he was quite hot. He had dark eyes and a square jaw, dark hair and his sleeves were rolled back revealing sinewy forearms and tanned skin.

"Uh, no thanks, I'm just looking." Greg smiled perfunctorily and turned back to look at the car.

"I think you scratched the car."

"No I didn't!" Greg looked around quickly and saw the salesman point an accusing finger at a long scratch on the hood. "I barely touched it."

"Well, the scratch wasn't there earlier. And you were touching the car," the salesman pointed out with a feral smile. "Do you know how much it's going to cost to fix that?"

Greg's heart sank. He could never afford the car and he knew that the repair to the car would be out of his price range too.

"Look, I really didn't scratch the car. You've gotta believe me. I'm just a student, I don't have any money."

"But I don't believe you. And I think you're going to have to pay for this. I can go and call my lawyer. Unless…" the salesman paused musingly, looking Greg up and down speculatively.

Greg swallowed, suddenly very uncomfortable. "Unless what?"

"Unless you want to work something out."

"Something like what?" Greg asked suspiciously, edging toward the door.

"I'm sure we can work it out between us," the salesman grabbed Greg's arm and he squirmed helplessly in the stronger man's grip, knowing the other man could control his slighter frame without trouble.

Greg paled. "You want me to pay you with sex?"

The salesman nodded, a predatory smile on his face. He pulled Greg by the wrist and led him through several doors into the garage at the back of the showroom. The salesman stopped at an indigo XJ 8 and stroked the hood suggestively.

"Isn't this kind of public?" Greg asked.

The salesman laughed and said, "Not as public as the showroom." He smirked at Greg's face and added, "Don't worry; I'm the last one here. I locked up the showroom. No one will come in."

Greg sighed in resignation and started to kneel. The guy was kind of cute and this would be a hell of a lot cheaper than whatever they would charge.

The salesman's hand pulled Greg back up. "No. Not that."

"What then?" Greg was getting more nervous.

"Well… I'm gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow. I wanna hear you screaming for release when I shove my cock up your ass. I wanna hear you tell me just how much you love it, "the salesman said, those dark eyes looking deep into Greg's.

"But I never…" Greg's voice faded as he saw the salesman's eyes light up at his confession.

Greg's rib cage hitched as his breath quickened and the salesman smiled gleefully. Greg got the distinct impression that the older man was enjoying his nervousness. The salesman pushed Greg's red t-shirt up to his armpits, tweaking both nipples between thumb and forefinger. He leaned in and swiped his tongue over first one and then the other, chuckling at the little shiver this elicited.

Greg tried to maintain his composure, unwilling to allow his captor to see what this was doing to him. He'd never had anyone pay attention to his nipples so he hadn't realized just how sensitive they were and he bit back a groan as the older man's teeth grazed one, teasing into a hard nub, and then flicking over it with his tongue.

The salesman's hands dropped to Greg's wrists and gripped them tightly as he moved closer. Greg backed away until he felt the bumper behind his knees and then leaned back, trying to avoid contact with the larger man's body. He bent back over the car as far as he could until his muscles couldn't hold him up any longer and he fell back against the slippery surface of the car with a small thud. And still the salesman advanced until the full length of his body was pressed against the younger man.

He licked a hot line up Greg's neck and the young man shuddered, writhing slightly under the weight of the man pressing him down. The salesman stood up and his hands dropped to Greg's jeans undoing the fly and pushing them down around his knees. He spun the young man around and bent him over the hood of the car, holding him there firmly, watching him squirm.

The salesman took in the delicious view, loving how the pale, creamy cheeks of the young man's ass looked against the dark blue of the car. He arranged the young man's arms over his head and pulled his red t-shirt down, so his firm, round ass was framed between the darkness of the shirt and car, standing out starkly naked. God, the things he wanted to do to that ass.

Greg felt a thrill of powerless arousal as his skin hit the cool, slick surface of the car; his half hard cock was trapped between his stomach and the hood and the friction as he squirmed was only making him harder. In spite of himself he couldn't help being turned on by the vulnerable feeling of having his ass exposed to this guy, knowing the man was going to fuck him.

He felt the salesman's hand stroke over his ass cheeks. "You're going to enjoy this," the salesman growled. "You look like the kind of boy who likes to take it up the ass. So let's see how you like this."

Greg felt his cock twitch and get harder as the salesman's hands traveled over his ass, stroking, then squeezing and pinching. He jumped and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt a hot tongue swiping over his opening. Strong hands held his cheeks apart as the tongue circled his opening slowly and then started thrusting inside, stretching his tight muscle, teasing him with a preview of what was to come.

His hands scrabbled against the smooth surface of the car, trying to find something to hang onto as his knees sagged. He moaned as the tongue stopped and jumped as the salesman gave his ass a playful slap.

"You have such a tight little ass. And your skin is so pale and untouched. I want to mark you as mine and I want to see you get all hot and begging for me to take you. And you will beg for it," the salesman stated matter of factly.

Greg remained silent, at a severe disadvantage because he couldn't see what the guy was doing. He jumped again as he felt a finger, slick with lube, probing at his opening. He tried to pull away but there was no place to go so he stayed where he was, his legs spread as wide as his jeans allowed.

The finger stroked the puckered skin and Greg was surprised at how sensitive it was. He was just starting to relax slightly when the finger pushed forward, trying to breach the tight ring of muscle. He panicked and clenched hard, then suddenly felt a soothing hand on his back, stroking him. "Just relax," the salesman's voice said, and Greg was surprised at the gentle tone of the voice. "Just breathe."

He breathed hard and tried to relax. The salesman pushed his finger in as far as the first knuckle and waited for the tight ring of muscle to relax. Gradually Greg was able to unclench and the salesman pushed his finger in further.

"How is that?" he asked.

Greg grunted, "It's okay." He squirmed uncomfortably; it burned and he was unaccustomed to the stretch of the skin. The salesman twisted his finger and brushed across something.

"Fuck!" Greg yelled. "What was that? Do it again!"

The salesman chuckled. "I knew you'd be a hot one if I could get your motor revved up." He twisted his finger again, brushing over the bundle of nerves. Greg jerked his hips and moaned; unable to believe he'd never felt anything like this before. He lifted his hips slightly, to make room for his hardening cock against his stomach.

"Just stay right there, boy. You don't move until I tell you to," the salesman ordered. He pulled his finger out and added another, scissoring to stretch the tight entrance. Greg moaned and wiggled his ass, trying to get more contact on the spot that gave him so much pleasure.

The salesman withdrew his fingers and Greg heard rustling. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, boy. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to see straight or sit down for a week," the man growled.

Greg felt his cheeks pulled apart and trembled at the feeling of the hard cock pressed to his opening. The salesman moved it up and down in his cleft, and then pushed inside, entering Greg's body slowly. Greg cried out as the head breached him; the girth much wider than the fingers had been and it hurt a bit.

"Easy, boy, it'll get better," the salesman groaned. He pressed forward with his hips, angling to hit the sweet spot, knowing it would make the boy forget the discomfort.

"Fuck! You're so hot! So tight." The salesman gripped Greg's hips hard, not allowing him to move.

Greg moaned with pleasure as the salesman hit his prostate and he jerked his hips, trying to get more. He felt the man's hips pressing against his ass and knew he'd taken the entire length inside.

"Yeah, boy, you like that. You like my hard cock in your ass don't you?" The salesman chuckled as he pulled out tortuously slowly and slammed back in, his hips meeting Greg's ass with a slap. "Tell me."

"Move if you're gonna, man," Greg growled and thrust back at the salesman vigorously. He couldn't believe he'd gone from being afraid to wanting this man to fuck him as hard and fast as he could take it.

The salesman laughed even more and said, "Oh yeah, baby, you like that. You want me to fuck you. Can't get enough of my cock in your ass, can you?"

He started thrusting hard and fast. Greg moaned and whimpered, unable to move back to meet the thrusts, having no leverage against the slippery surface of the car. He tried to move his hand to his own cock for some relief, but the salesman slapped his hand away, replacing it on the hood.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. "Turn over," he ordered.

"Wh- why?"

"Because I want to look at your face while I fuck you senseless. You're very pretty and I want to watch you come with my cock buried deep in your ass."

Reluctantly Greg pushed himself up off the surface of the car and turned around to face the older man. The salesman pushed him back against the car and yanked the legs of his baggy jeans off over his sneakers. Greg lay back against the hood and slid toward the salesman. He tried to grab onto something but there wasn't anything on the aerodynamic hood to grip.

The salesman moved toward him lazily stroking his own dripping cock. He grabbed Greg's legs and draped them over his shoulders. He guided his cock into Greg again, driving forward in a deep hard stroke.

"Oh you're a very pretty one alright, all hot and flushed. I can tell by your eyes… you want this. You want me."

He started thrusting again, hard, fast and wild, hitting Greg's sweet spot with every stroke. Greg's arms stretched helplessly across the hood and his t-shirt hiked up with every movement as salesman pounded into him fiercely.

"Yeah, you like being fucked, don't you, baby?" The salesman growled seductively. "You look so hot on the hood of the car with my cock up your ass. You want me to let you come? Tell me!"

"Please… yes… please…" Greg gasped. "Fuck me harder… please…"

The salesman reached for Greg's leaking erection and started to pull it in time to his drives. Greg tossed his head from side to side and slid helplessly on the slick surface with the force of every thrust. His moans and gasps were coming faster and he erupted without warning, spewing his hot cum over the salesman's hand, clenching down hard with his ass muscles.

He gasped as he saw the salesman lift his hand to his mouth, licking the cum and it seemed to send him over the edge, because then he was coming too, thrusting hard into Greg's ass, holding him firmly around the waist.

Nick collapsed over Greg, slick with sweat and breathing hard. He felt Greg's hands start to stroke his back and tried to catch his breath. As his cock softened he slipped out of Greg's body and allowed the younger man's legs to fall from his shoulders.

He helped Greg sit up shakily.

Greg sighed and said, "Paybacks are a bitch. I'm never going car shopping with you or I'll embarrass myself thinking about this."

Nick laughed with triumph, oh yeah, revenge was sweet.

"I never expected this. How'd you set this up?"

"I've got a friend from school, he's a manager here," Nick nuzzled Greg's neck.

"Well, you got me good," Greg admitted.

"And?"

"And I liked it."

Nick smirked with satisfaction as he helped Greg dress. They held hands as they walked out of the garage. Nick set the security code and locked the doors.

Greg stopped suddenly and said, "Oh my God, did you get the security tape?"

"Yep," Nick snickered, "Want to watch it at home?"

"How about in the garage?" Greg teased.