The clothes felt itchy and strange to me after being naked for
so long. But we were travelling now. The cabin abandoned and left
behind two days ago. I didn't know where we were going and, honestly,
I don't think the Man did either. He didn't speak much and I hadn't
been given permission to speak, so I sunk further into silence. I
wasn't even sure if I still remembered how to speak. We stopped late
one night at a strange gas station in the middle of nowhere. Even the
Man looked tired. Though you'd never know it from the way he took me,
night after night in the back of the van, or the occasional motel
room. Rough and violent. Often I'd wake with new brusies on me from
where he gripped me, or I'd have a fat lip from his big hand
silenceing me when I screamed too loudly.
Tonight he got us sandwiches from the gas station and we ate
quietly in the van. He took the wrapper from me and stepped outside.
He was going to the bathroom. He threw away the wrappers and came to
my side of the van and opened the door. (I knew better than to
attempt to open the door on my own. The first time I'd done it I
recieved and bruised rib from a fist and a black and blue around my
throat from being choked for disrespecting his role.) He jerked his
thumb and I follwed him to the restroom. It was dark and smelly
inside. I wondered if it had ever been cleaned. I knew I'd have to
take his dick out and hold it for him while he pissed, then clean it
to his satisfaction before he allowed me to relieve myself.
There was someone else in the room and my face burned as I knew
I'd still have to perform all my regular duties depite someone elses
presence. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted that I could see two men
inside the bathroom. One was on his knees giving a sloppy, loud
blowjob to the other. The one on his knees was small, about my size
and the other man was much bigger. A trucker or something. Big and
solid with the beginnings of a big pot belly. It hung over his jeans
smashing the smaller man's head into the wall. Neither one even
looked up at us. The Man approached the urinal and glared at me when
I took a moment too long to unzip him. He pissed, long and loud, some
of it splashing onto the side of my face from the bowl. He finished
and I took the head of his dick in my mouth, licking the last few
drops off and drinking deep the last few shots when he shot them down
my throat. When he pushed my head off his cock, I stood up to pee and
I noticed the Trucker staring at us.
He and the Man nodded at each other and I heard a loud slurp as
the Trucker pulled his dick out of the little man's mouth. The
Trucker ambled over to us, his short, stubby dick barely visible from
under his belly. He wouldn't ever inspire the fear and lust the Man
could. He lacked something. Some invisible, intangible thing that
caused and intake of breath. He reached back and grabbed the smaller
man by his stringy hair and pulled him over to us. I finished peeing
and zipped up and moved closer to the Man. I didn't know how someone
who could cause me to shriek in fear and agony made me feel so safe,
but that's just the way it was.
"You want to trade for a bit? Good mouth here." The Truckers
voice was deep but nasal. It made him sound strange. He reached out
to grab my nipple through the tight t-shirt the Man made me wear. He
pinched me hard and I winced in pain and yelped slightly.
The Man grabbed his hand. "Nobody touches nothing except me,"
and he pulled the Truckers hand roughly off me.
"What the fuck guy--" The Trucker winced as the Man started
crushing his hand. The Man let go and the Trucker shook the
circulation back into his hand.
"Leave now." The Man stated it simply.
The Trucker let go of his own man's hair and the guy sprawled to
the floor. "We were here first."
The Trucker didn't even see the Man's fist shoot out and connect
squarely on his jaw. He feel back, crushing the man under his bulk.
The Man winked at me. "Go to the door and watch this." I moved and
the Man bent down grabbing the Trucker by the front of the shirt and
yanked him up.
"Dude--" The Trucker stared to say before the Man put his hand
in the Trucker's mouth and then the other. He grabbed the upper
teeth and the bottom and pulled, snapping the man's jaw.
"That's one way to stop them from begging and screaming to
loud." He pulled back and pushed his fist deep into the Truckers
throat, crushing his adam's apple. "That's another."
The Trucker fell to his feet gasping for air. The Man grabbed
his wrists in each hand and yanked pulling both arms out of their
sockets. The man had scrambled back to the far wall trying to
disappear through it, hoping the Man would let him live. The Man
grabbed the head of the Trucker and yanked him between his huge
demined thighs. The Truckers broken mouth was right in the Man's
crotch and I watched the Man cross his ankles, sqeezing the life out
of the Trucker. The Man half-turned to me. "This way you can feel the
screams right in your balls."
It didn't take too long. I don't know which happend first,
whether the Trucker was suffocated in the huge balls of the Man or
whether his skull popped because the Man kept squeezing long after
the Trucker stopped moving. Without ceremony the Man unlaced his legs
and the Trucker dropped to the ground.
The Man crossed to the man crying and sobbing in the corner. "Be
careful who you pick up boy. There's some fucking crazies out there."
He jerked his hand at me and I followed him back to the van. We
found a motel room a few miles down the road. (
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