Nod when he quotes the higher price.
From Create Your Own Story
You watch the large quantity of money change hands, and feel a sense of unreality as the Italian moves back to the tree and leans against it, counting the cash. He looks up, "You got an hour," he says, and grins. "Enjoy it."
You walk towards the men, not trusting yourself to speak, your dick rock hard between your thighs as you move.
They grab you, rough hands gripping your shoulders and arms, and Mack leans in close to your ear. "Boy, we're gonna fuck you good." You feel panic rise as they start to walk you naked through the trail, and you almost make it to where the trail ends and the paved parking lot begins before you start to shake. You resist a little, not wanting to be seen naked in the truckstop lot, but Pete's hand snakes around and covers your mouth, his other arm wrapping around yours and pinning them to your chest.
Pete's beard scratches your cheek. "We paid for you, boy, you do what we want!" he says. You can feel his dick hard in his jeans against your left ass cheek.
You try to squirm away, but the big man holds you easily. Mack leads onward.
"Let's get him in my bunk," Pete says, and he slowly walks, gripping you, Mack helping hold you still, and Pete's hand never leaving your mouth. Your traitorous cock is rock hard in front of you, and Mack gives it a squeeze. You moan piteously into Pete's hand. As you pass the bathrooms, you hear noises inside - grunts, curses, the unmistakable slap of flesh against flesh.
Mack takes your feet and the two men carry you, squirming, to one of the rigs parked in the lot. Mack lets your feet go, and opens one of the doors, then climbs up into the rig.
"You scream," Pete says into your ear, "and we'll fuck you up, good. Got it?"
You nod, terrified.
Pete shoves you upward, his hand coming free from your mouth, and Mack half-lifts and half-drags you into the truck, and then between the two huge seats and into a flat berth behind them. You roll onto your hands and knees, shaking, looking at him.
Pete climbs into the truck, and closes the door after him. The two men crouch, facing back at you, and panting a little.
"It's better in private," Pete says, and tugs the sleeveless black shirt over his head. He's hairy, with a belly and a thick chest. "Me first," he says.
Mack nods. "Your truck." He winks at you. "Save some time for me."
Pete laughs, undoes his jeans, and crawls into the back of the truck, shucking his pants as he goes. His thick cut cock is fat in front of him, and he pushes you onto your side, then yanks on your legs to slide you fully onto your back. Your cock slaps against your stomach, and he gives it another squeeze.
"Your dick says you want it," he says, and then grabs a rag from behind the driver's seat and shoves it into your mouth before you can say anything.
He lifts your legs and rams his cock home, fucking you rough and mean, with only the remnants of the other loads of cum you've taken tonight for lube. He pins your hands over your head and fucks you with his face close enough to yours you can smell his cigar-scented breath, and his belly heavy against your stomach, pinning your cock to your stomach and rubbing it with his rough hairy skin. His sweat drips onto your chest, and you writhe under him, stunned at how hard your cock remains and how much you want to come while this man violates your ass.
"Haven't seen you here before," he grunts, ramming his cock into you over and over. "You like it like this, though, don't you? Like a fucking whore?" With the last question, he rams his cock deep, and you feel his load blast into your gut, hot against your battered chute. He rolls off you, keeping your hands held firmly in his own, his cock sliding out of your whole with a wash of cum following after.
Mack slides into the back, already naked, as Pete moves to crouch beside your head, holding your hands tight. He's even hairier than Pete, but stockier, with less of a gut. His cock is uncut, and you can smell his musk heavily as he moves behind you and rolls you onto your stomach. He lies down on top of you, and takes your hands from Pete, and then shoves his dick into your cummy hole. He doesn't speak, but Pete takes up that slack immediately.
"Yeah, fuck him. He likes it," Pete growls, as Mack fucks you with rough jerking thrusts. Your dick grinds against the sheets on the bunk, and you bite down hard on the rag in your mouth.
Mack's pace increases quickly, and it's a mercy when he finally comes, his spunk spraying inside you and out across your back as he pulls out and lets go of your hands. He slaps your ass, then rolls you over.
You look at them, afraid to move.
"Obedient, ain't he?" Pete says. You feel his rough hand on your thigh, squeezing. Pete checks the dashboard. "We still got half an hour."
"Think I can get my fist in him by then?" Mack says, and pushes you onto your stomach. Two of his thick fingers dive into your hole.
You lie there, terrified to move, not sure what will happen, but knowing that these two men are in total control of what happens to you for the next half hour.
Pete slides into the bunk, and shoves your mouth onto his dick. "If you hurry," Pete says. "Maybe."
The two men start to laugh, and you feel your ass stretch as Mack shoves another finger inside you.
Definitely a birthday you'll remember for the rest of your life.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
