Brad’s Junker

***CAUTION*** This one’s a little…strange. Extreme grunge and some car sex. As in, sex with a car. Because why the fuck not?

He’d known it was a junker, however, he hadn’t expected it to be this frustrating of a project. Brad stood back up from where he was leaning over the car’s engine and scowled. He’d purchased it from a police auction the week before, planning on fixing it up in his garage and reselling it for a bit of a profit, but he’d been fiddling with it for two days now, and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. Well, other than the fact that it simply wouldn’t start. He’d gone over the whole car several times. It had been towed to his house, so he’d expected it to not run, but everything seemed to be working fine. Then he’d put the key in, tried to turn it on, and just…nothing. But more than once, the last few nights, he’d heard an engine revving in his garage, an engine he’d never heard before, but by the time he got out there to see what was happening, there was nothing beyond the faint scent of exhaust in the air.

He decided that he might as well check out the undercarriage one more time, see if there was something there that might explain any of this, although he doubted it. He got down on the greasy garage floor and slid under the car with his flashlight, checking for anything that might signal the problem, when he noticed the glint of liquid dripping under the engine. He scooted over, and sure enough, he could see something black and oily seeping from a connection between a pipe and some cable he didn’t recognize. He got closer, trying to figure out what was leaking, when the pipe burst open without warning, spraying his whole face with oil. He sputtered, trying to wipe the filth from his eyes, but the stream just kept coming, he coughed, and something shoved it’s way into his mouth and down his throat. It was the leaking cable, and he could feel the filth being pumped into his mouth and down into his stomach, making him want to vomit. With both hands he tried to yank it out, but it fought back, burrowing in deeper…and that’s when he realized that the car above him was running.

It was a very cold winter, and so he’d chosen to work with the garage doors closed. He didn’t know how the car had started itself, but if he didn’t get out from underneath it, he’d suffocate. He left the cable in his mouth and tried to push himself out from under the car, but for some reason he couldn’t move. Feeling around with his hands, he realized that the filth pumping into him had expanded his gut so much that it was pressing up against the underside of the car, pinning him to the ground. But…but was that so bad, really?

Brad shook his head, trying to clear it. The exhaust must be getting to him, he was feeling so lethargic all of a sudden. He could smell it now, the exhaust wafting back towards him under the car, a sickly smell, and he could see something else through the fumes. More cables were detaching from the car, winding down and ripping open his jumpsuit, attaching themselves to his nipples and the head of his cock. They were…sucking at them, and the pleasure was starting to overwhelm his terror, and he let out a loud groan around the tube in his mouth. Don’t fight it, he thought. Just…just accept it. He felt a spasm as he came, rubbing his taut gut with his hands, and that was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

When Brad finally awoke, it was the next morning, and he was still underneath the car. In a panic, he hauled himself out from underneath it and stood up shakily, unsure if what had happened was a dream, or a hallucination, or who knew what. What he did know, however, was that he was horny. Very, very horny. Unable to stop himself, he undid the front of his jump suit, reached down, and pulled out his cock. It was huge–at least ten inches, with massive, low hanging balls to match, but something was strange. Looking down at his sack, while the skin was still flesh, it was like whatever was in there had turned black–he could see the color through his skin. This realization wasn’t enough to keep him from stroking his cock, and as soon as he did, a black, oily liquid started seeping from the head. Terrified, but curious, he got some on his finger and tasted it.

His mind immediately flashed to the oil the car had force fed him. It was the same substance, and while it tasted foul…some new part of him craved it. He coated his hand with the oily gunk and started licking it off, groaning, when he heard a pop from the car next to him.

The gas tank cover had flipped open, all on it’s own, and looking at that hole…just looking at it…he walked over, stroking his shaft, and fed it down into the tank. Immediately, the pipe came alive, sucking at his cock. It was all he could do to just grab onto the car and hang on, panting and groaning as the car sucked the oil from him into it’s tank, and revved to life. The exhaust filled the garage again, but rather than make him sick like before, the foul odor only made Brad even hornier. He ran his hands over his body, and realized that he his body had changed in the night, growing more muscular and defined, with a layer of hair all over his chest, and a short beard coating his face, and then he ran his hands over his hard nipples and…and they were so sensitive, and wet. Looking down, he saw the same black oil from his cock was seeping from them as well, running down into his hairy chest, and he looked down at the car–his car. He loved this car so much. He couldn’t imagine being away from it. The car stopped sucking on his cock, the tank full, and Brad pulled his cock free. The car was still running, and without any doubts, he opened the garage door and climbed into the driver’s seat. His car needed to be free, needed to be out on the road, and he had to go with it. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going, but he had a feeling he would know when he got there.