Fatal attraction! Why is it that bad boys have such a strong appeal? Aiden felt the rush of blood course to his sex and bloat the cock above his aching balls. It was inevitable - he could see the immediate future clear as day: he was going to get screwed and Aiden knew that he wanted it, despite the resentment and anger he felt. Dirt and the city was an odd combination however, and this had the makings of a dangerous encounter. The city was full of weirdo psychos and Aiden needed to be careful - he wanted to be buggered by this brute of a man, but he didn't want to end up in the city morgue afterwards, totally fucked in the wrong sort of way.

"Don't worry," assured Mitchell, seeing the boy's obvious apprehension. "You're safe enough as long as you behave." He fixed Aiden with his brown eyes that were full of warning; then feeling sweat break out on his brow from his sudden burst of energy, Mitchell wiped it away as he added, "Christ, it's hot in here - you'd think with the money he charges Terry could afford to install something to cool the place."

Using that as justification as if he needed a reason, Mitchell loosened further his blue polka dot silk tie. Two more shirt buttons were unfastened to reveal the top of his muscular chest with a covering of brown hair that was neatly trimmed.

"That's better," Mitchell puffed. Then ignoring Aiden's gaze of thinly disguised lust, the banker added, "Now, I gave you an order, and it's time you started obeying - so drop the hood and drop the jeans - show me the ass that you're so desperate for me to fuck."

"I never said that!" objected Aiden, even though it was true.

The backhanded smack spun Aiden's head and sent him reeling again. His assailant followed after him, snarling in his hurt face.

"Don't answer me back, boy! And don't lie to me! You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Piss off!" Aiden snapped, indignant pride forcing out the words, even though the man Manson had got it spot on.

That earned him another jaw-aching smack. The hands that Aiden used to protect his battered face were grabbed by the wrists and the mechanic was yanked up, Mitchell bullying him across the garage to crush him against a wall with his body.

"I'll piss on your face if you don't smarten up, you insolent little piece of shit," Mitchell snarled, flecking Aiden's grimy features with spit instead of the threatened urine.

"Get off me!" Aiden yelled, scared for his life but still perilously aroused by this brute of a man. His cock was bloating further. He was getting hard under the violence and this domineering contact - an alpha male asserting himself, primal and terrifyingly thrilling.

Mitchell had been here before with countless men and recognized the signs with ease. Up close like this he could smell the boy's fear mingling with whorish excitement. That made for a heady mix that would give such a rush to a submissive slut like this mechanic - a rollercoaster buzz of sexual adrenalin that would become totally addictive now that it had been sampled. This boy was hooked, and Mitchell was his drug and dealer combined. Sure of himself and the way to go, Mitchell pinned Aiden with his chest pressing against him, and released the boy's wrists to grab his groin, roughly groping his stiffening cock and ever so sore churning balls, adding more sizzle to go with the hurt. In no time at all he had the mechanic fully hard, Aiden unable to control the trampy reaction.

"Of course you want me to fuck you, you dirty little pup," Mitchell growled. "Admit it? You want my cock up you filthy ass!"

"Stop," Aiden whimpered, but he knew he was beaten. The man was right although he was loathed to agree, so he shook his head in pathetic denial.

Laughing in his face, Mitchell taunted Aiden further. He found the boy's zipper and pulled it back down then forced his hand through the gap he'd created. Naked beneath, Mitchell easily grabbed hold of Aiden's solid shaft and pulled it free of the jeans.

"Stop!" laughed Mitchell as he squeezed on the boner that throbbed in his fist. "Yeah right - you really want me to stop, don't you? That's why you're hard as a rock... Now do the same!" Mitchell ordered the trembling mechanic. "Get my cock out. I know you want to, so stop pretending you don't."