Greased

In the dim glow of the garage, boss Robert Black corners his wayward mechanic, Dominic Pacifico. The air hangs heavy with the scent of oil and sweat. Robert's voice cuts sharp, a low growl that pins Dominic against the workbench. 'You've been slacking,' he says, eyes narrowing. Dominic shifts, grease-streaked hands clenching, but Robert grabs his collar, yanking him close. The lesson begins swiftly—rough hands stripping away the grime-soaked shirt, exposing taut muscle. Robert's fingers trace Dominic's chest, then dip lower, unbuckling the belt with deliberate force. Dominic's breath hitches as Robert frees his hardening cock, stroking it firmly, coaxing it to full, throbbing attention. 'Keep your equipment lubed,' Robert murmurs, slicking his palm with spit before working it over Dominic's shaft, slow at first, then building rhythm. Dominic moans, hips bucking involuntarily. Robert spins him around, bends him over the hood of a half-repaired sedan. He spreads Dominic's cheeks, teasing the tight entrance with a lubed finger, then two, stretching him open with expert precision. Dominic grips the metal edge, knuckles white. Robert unzips, his own thick cock springing free, and presses the tip against that yielding heat. He thrusts in deep, claiming every inch, pounding with controlled fury. Dominic's cries echo off concrete walls, his body arching into each relentless drive. Robert's hand snakes around, pumping Dominic's cock in time with his hips, until release shatters them both—hot spurts painting the garage floor, Robert's seed flooding deep inside. Breath ragged, Robert pulls out, slapping Dominic's ass lightly. 'Tuned up now?' he asks, a smirk curling his lips.