A Piercing Aquaintance

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Master Charles exited the interstate just one off ramp down, with Alpha slave following close behind in the van. 

They turned into ‘Tracy's!’. It was a massive sex store with acres of parking. A dozen tractor trailers were parked front and back. He could easily have parked in front of the building for cars only, as did Alpha slave; but as Paul figured, since Paul was naked, Master Charles chose to avoid explaining the cuffs to tourists and strangers. It was less likely to spare him the humiliation of being seen by all in front; and so, he parked around back.

With no words to Paul, Paul was cuffed to the rear steel back rest of the bike, and Master Charles proceeded toward the store. 

There was a truck facing the bike though, just directly behind the store that turned on its headlights just as Charles was out of sight. It illuminated the naked slave. The boy peered over his shoulder squinting; trying to see who was exposing his ass in light, but figured whoever, could be of help.

Paul pointed to the cuffs as he stood, bound next the bike, jerking upon his bonds, cum covered ass jiggling, in an effort to indicate he was a prisoner, and to call for help. He made a series of other silly gestures in pantomime. The trucker killed the lights and stepped from the cab. 

He was a big man in denims, cigar in bulldog jowled mouth, boots, western wear—and carrying a flogger.

Paul said nothing, realizing the situation; and he planted his face upon the seat. He presented his gentle soft ass almost as a pop up in a child’s picture book — He’d read  this before. The man asked how old he was. When Paul told him, he laughed ‘good!; and proceeded to whip Paul. Paul began screaming and the trucker stuffed his mouth and tied it with a length of rope.

He draped Paul’s white flesh across the back seat, spread Paul’s legs, running his rough calloused hands along his inner thigh up in to the ass crack, and pushed his hard tool, as hand waited as a door keeper, into the boy’s ass — just as other truck headlights illuminated the scene. 

One face returned grinning, the other bothered, both squinting in the harsh light.  

Out of nowhere 4 other men stood around the Harley watching — and waiting. Various ages and builds, but silently tugging upon bulges for their sloppy turns.

‘’ I'm first’’, said one; and, a line formed behind him.

When Master Charles finally returned, he could see his slave’s glistening back, fanny, and legs, covered in cum. The shadows of other men were sauntering off toward their respective rigs, quietly and satisfied.

Master Charles had with him the largest dildo he could find in the store, a twelve inch black beast with a girth of 6 inches, and with a strap on, he secured it to the back rest of the bike.

Even after all the big tools up his ass, that dildo served almost as another fat rubber bicycle seat, buttressed at one end at the back rest, and the other almost touching Master Charles’ back— it might have been tolerable to remain seated upon it the whole way.

Paul lubed with cum sat upon it, slithering back and forth upon its length, as they throttled down the highway.

Paul, resting his chest on Master’s back, angled the long pole up 65 degrees like a rocket launcher, and sat upon it, solid as a fist against his hole, feeling the bikes vibrations through it. The massive dildo then worked its way inexorably in, as the miles passed, spearing the ass’s soft interior like a meaty party favor — at once intensely painful and exquisitely satisfying. 

Paul seemed to be in an extended state of ejaculation for at least 10 miles as he twerked  upon his Master’s broad back.

He looked over his shoulder to see the van still in formation behind. Alpha flashed the van's lights. A few other motorists tooted their horns as he sat speared. 

Paul expected, as before, to be man-handled, beaten, and caged upon return, but he wasn’t.

He was shown to a, well equipped, tiled bath. The Alpha soaped him under the flooding hot shower, and he was led to a plush bed, with clean sheets, where he slept soundly — and thoughtlessly.