The Consequences of Envy

On the return the man had not asked I put the mask back on, nor did I remind him. I determined to remember the route if possible; but we still had many miles to go. We''d only been driving for ten minutes and drove along a four lane and passed a 18 wheel trucker. I gave the pump sign asking him to toot the horn. The trucker ignored it.

It then occurred to me it might be my chance to escape with a burly trucker’s help; and, if quick, I could simply jump from the car at the stop light, and run and jump into his cab. I could get back to mother; and, I could change my life from delinquency; and, never, ever, allow myself to be subject again to this perverted behavior I was already enjoying.

If successful I resolved to become a good student and work hard to make the most of myself at Pace Academy. School was an opportunity I had been neglecting; so, had only myself to blame for this absurd situation I now found myself.

At the light, as we pulled beside the trucker’s cab I stood in my seat, braced against the wind shield frame; but, before I could say anything the trucker looked over with a big smile. He tooted his horn, and yelled, ‘Yea baby; I’ll fuck that!.’’

The man slapped my ass hard, grasped my ankle, and jerked me back into the cock pit, and we sped off.

‘’You little tease!’’  said the man, ‘’Am I going to have to whip you again, or should I let that ugly old trucker fuck you?‘’

He slowed the car; and, I watched as the truck gained upon us. The man continued to slow our pace and after a mile pulled into another stretch of demolished buildings with a large parking lot. The trucker, as expected, pulled along side us to a stop.

'’You want to fuck blondie here?’’ Asked the man.

The trucker, gap toothed, who looked a bit like McHale, of McHale’s Navy, waved with a smile and nodded vigorously.

'’No’’ I protested, gesturing as an umpire calling foul; I was just joking.

My captor shouted above the rumble of the diesel.

‘’He’ll be a good fuck. '‘already, gaped and lubed too, if you don’t mind sloppy seconds.’’ He cheerfully said.

‘’Well, great, come on up in my cab boy.’’ Waved the trucker. ‘’En, take off that tank top. I want you nekked.’’

‘This can’t be happening,’ I thought, but figured it might be better than my current queer murderer, and at least, he might get me to the police, or anywhere else.

But, the man exited with me, and climbed to the cabin too, and I merely started crying.

‘’Look!’’ I blubbered between tears, ‘’this man wants to keep me prisoner.’’

The man said matter of factly.  ‘’Yep, but you can have him till you get yer rocks off.’’

The trucker dragged me to the sleeping compartment.  He slapped my face and pushed my head down upon his already hard cock.

‘’Suck it you snotty, crybaby, bitch.’’ He commanded.

And, shocked by his total indifference to my plight, I did.

Though, there was a strong smell, it was actually pleasant, and not at all as Stu's ripe crotch, and his dick was cut, with a much larger head. His slap actually seemed to make me horny and enthusiastic.

After a minute he pushed me off, and jerked me to a prone position, lengthwise; then, he mounted my backside. His body’s full heat and smell against my skin continued to arouse me, and I spread my legs, and pushed my ass up, to better accommodate him.

'’Love a good, open lubed ass hole on a baby queen.’’

He had his cock at my ass, gaped still; and was in, in seconds. He pumped viciously.

The trucker said, ‘’Yea, this bitch needs more breeding, but he’s learning.’’

After a few minutes; after being crushed into the mattress by his huge body, I heard his guttural satisfaction, and felt his cum gush in. I involuntarily squeezed my anus as if wanting to get all the seed possible. ‘Why?’ I wondered.

It wasn’t painful as earlier, and I even wanted more.

The man, flicked an ash from his cigarette, having  watched from the front seat. He actually gave the trucker his business card.

‘’Off to Florida today, but I will be back this way in a month. I’ll sure call for another turn on this pussy boy. He’s a keeper.’’

Sperm ran down my inner thighs as I returned to the Healey. As I wiped snot from my nose with my wrist, I noticed a car with a family that had pulled off near us. They stared at me, and, in turn, I waved to them, shameless in my nudity -- without any thought of escape.

The man told me to fold my tank top to sit upon, over my already damp gym shorts, to protect the red leather seat; and, to put the mask back on; since, he didn’t want me waving at people anymore.

* * * *

After I removed the mask on the long return I could see his house was indeed nestled in a forested area with no neighbors. The house, painted white, was an old, late 19th century, structure with small doric columns, flanking the bricked semi circular front porch with a conical portico. The house was one story, of wood siding, with two extended tall bay windows on either side,. One for the living room and the other for the master bed room. There were no burglar bars upon them, as on my window. It at one time must have been a farm house.

‘’I own 150 acres up and down this road,’’  the man said with pride, ‘’and someday it’s all going to be subdivided, for the ‘white flight crowd’, and I’m going to retire very comfortably.''

Before showering he said to clean with the perforated dildo again; and do it regularly. After the drive and fuckings it was heaven to bathe; and, clean out.

* * * *

The next day I was locked in the room and had only the leather garments to play with. I again sported the gear, and saw that the chains hanging by the leather had alligator clips; and, in addition to the other items, I could only assume they were intended for nipples.

I attached them wondering how anyone could stand wearing them; but, I noticed they could be attached in varying degrees of tightness; so, I adjusted them only tight enough to stay clipped to the sensitive flesh of my tits. The reason for Stu and the man pinching my nipples became clear to me, as I became horny; and, I again masturbated with only them on. 

Hours later, when he returned, he walked with me outside the house to help him bring some things from the van inside. I looked upon the Healey again and in the behind the seat I could see my books, jacket with the Pace monogram, and clothes. 'He could have given me my clothes,' I thought. He put a box in my arms, and said he'd let me drive it soon. 

‘’We are going to do some other cleaning up now, and you are going to help.’’ He said.

‘’You mean, hide all the evidence Stu ever lived with you?‘’ I shot back.

The man slapped me so hard it knocked me to the ground, and I began crying.

‘’Yes, YES.’’ He shouted.

He grasped me about the waist, pulled me back inside, and ripped the stained, shorts and tank top off I'd put back on to be outside. He pushed me over a chair back naked, and began fingering my anus; still sore from the fucking yesterday. I nevertheless became hard again, hunching to his angry prying fingers.

He pulled me around the chair; he sat, and jerked me rudely over his lap; and, he then spanked me till I was screaming for mercy. My ass was still sensitive from the flogging.

He then dragged me back into the bed room, threw me to the floor, and after a minute, me still heaving tears, opened the door and tossed a huge greasy dildo upon my belly. He slammed it shut, and locked the door.

He spent the day cleaning, and assembled a big pile of what must have been Stu’s belongings out side my window in his back yard. He worked shirtless, and it for some reason, watching him, was very erotic to me. His muscles glistened with sweat and there was a fluid coordination to his movements, which to my mind made him more handsome.

He had lubed the dildo or, butt plug I later learned, with what appeared to be a big glob of petroleum jelly.  Even though it hurt, I pushed it upon my anus and I stroked my cock, while I watched him. The rubber conical dick seemed impossibly big, but I persisted squatting upon it.  I braced it upon the waxed oak floor, sat upon, humping it, it for a few minutes, and it finally slid in, but didn't come out. I groaned in both the pleasure and pain of it. Cum oozed out of my cock, and I wiped it over my body still in a horny state.

I gazed upon the big fire he lit, as in a dream. I watched him toil around it, burning all the crap Stu had collected in his life; feeling intoxicated as my anus throbbed, stretched by the plug.  I was now a flaming faggot I thought, in my self-abusing despair. I then went to sleep again, with the plug up my ass.

* * * *

I was awoken after about 20 minutes. He brought in cleaning rags and filled the bucket with a mix of bleach and water. He told me to wipe all reachable surfaces, throughout the house with a well wrung rag. When I got to his living room I noticed he had a large console color TV by the fireplace.

I seeing no one watching it, no one taking tickets for entry, thought nothing to turn it on. I sat cross legged in front of it and turned channels till cartoons came on. One with Porky Pig and Daffy Duck taking a road trip, annoying the driver in a very small car, who turned out to be a giant. It was spectacular. I laughed and laughed.

The man came in and exclaimed, ‘'turn that off at once. What is with you and other people’s stuff?’’

He called me into the kitchen and showed me the Saturday Atlanta news paper, where mention was made of an unknown person being found drowned in a Days Inn swimming pool.

'It was Stu's home town, and I may drop a note to his family; so, they can claim his body. But, the boy's family had pretty much disowned him; and they were, to put it mildly, trash of the worst sort.’’