The Motor Home

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

All characters are 18 or older. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only.

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I was tied naked across the bed. Andy had just given my ass a good whipping and now I was sucking his dick for the third time that evening. Amazing he still had sperm enough to fill my mouth. He backed away and pulled his shorts up.

“You suck good cock, old man. Sometimes I think you really enjoy it.”

He walked up front and I heard the motor home start up. I had no idea where I was going. I was the captive of this young man for almost two weeks now. It's amazing how your life can turn around so fast.

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After the death of my wife, I sold my bookstore and retired to my home in the country. I was 52, very healthy and fit for my age, but there was still a young man inside. It didn’t take long for things to get boring in retirement. A golfing friend of mine said he bought a motor home and was going to travel.

I began to think about it at first, then I began looking at motor homes. I bought a used 28 foot C class. It had all the room I needed and was very comfortable. I planned to be gone about 6 months. I had a real estate friend of mine take care of my home while I was gone.

It was May and I decided to travel the western states and be back around October. My first four days on the road were great. For the first time in a long time, I felt some excitement and enjoyment. There were so many places to go and I had no idea where to start.

I pulled into a truck stop one evening to fill up with gas and get something to eat. When I returned to unlock the door, I was met by a stranger in a hoodie. I felt something poking me in the back.

"Get inside and keep you mouth shut, old man."

Once inside, he pushed me into the drivers seat and ordered me to drive. I turned out on the highway and we headed east. We came to a junction and he told me to turn left. I drove for about a half hour when he told me to turn left again. This time it was along a dirt road. 

A few miles down the road there was a clearing. He told me to pull off there and park. He reached over and took the keys. 

“Get up and get in the bedroom.”

“Look, if it’s money you want. I’ve got some . You have it all. I won’t report anything.”

“Shut up and get your clothes off. Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.” 

He had real handcuffs and he snapped them around my wrists. 

“You stay there and keep your mouth shut. If I hear you say anything, I’ll stuff my dirty underwear in your mouth.”

It was freighting to say the least. I knelt there on the bedroom floor, watching as he rummaged through the cupboards. I suppose he was looking for any guns I might have hidden. He took a beer from the fridge and walked back to the bedroom. He wanted to know what my name was and how old I was.

“Well, Glen. My name is Andy. I’m 26 and I’m on the run. That’s all you need to know.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

“You’re gonna do what I tell you to do and everything will be just great. If you don’t, I’ll tie a rope around your cock and balls. Then I’ll tie the other end around the back bumper. You can run along behind the motor home. Would you like that?” 

I quickly shook my head.

“No! I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good. Then we’ll get along just fine on this trip.”

That night, he tied me to the bed. Arms to the head board and ankles to the bottom frame. He stripped off his clothes and climbed in next to me. 

“Now, I don’t you taking advantage of me during the night. You stay on yore side, okay?”

I knew he was being sarcastic and I answered with simple okay. 

I don't know how far or where we traveled the next day. Andy had hog tied on the floor while he drove. I knew when we went off the highway, because the road was much rougher and I was bounced around on the floor.

Andy untied me and I could see out the window that we were somewhere in the desert. I fixed dinner for the both of us and we ate outside. I cleaned everything up while Andy sat in the evening sun. I realized I was not getting any help soon. All I could do was go along for the ride.

Andy had me on my knees and my hands tied behind my back.

“It’s time for some sucking and fucking, old man.”

After a good solid fucking, Andy saw how hard I was. Andy took several belts from my closet and frog tied me on the floor. He stood over me with that evil smile.

"I never get over looking at a mature naked man. Especially if he is tied up in some humiliating or degrading situation. Then it becomes arousing. I can tell by the size of your cock, you feel the same way."

He grabbed the fly swatter and whipped my dick and balls with it. Oddly enough, it was stimulating and I became erect. He grabbed my dick and forced me to cum. He told me that was his entertainment for the night.

The next day, we pulled into a camp ground and parked in a spot next to a small river. There were several other campers already there. Andy untied me so I could fix lunch for the two of us. He made me set the table up outside, under the motor home canopy.

I was sure everyone could see me naked, setting the table and serving Andy. There was little I could do or say at that point. I would have to go along with whatever Andy wanted. A man came over from one of the other motor homes. Andy ordered me to kneel.

I kneeled humbly, naked, collared, leashed and my cock and balls on display. I was just now understanding that I was the property of Andy. The man stopped and stared.

"I'm sorry. Did I interrupt anything?"

Andy shook his head and smiled.

"No, not at all. This is my old man. I take him for walks from time to time."

The man stared at me again for a moment.

“Wow! That’s fucking hot. I mean having your old man naked and on a leash. I wish I had a son that did that to me.”

Andy sat down in the chair. 

“He’s good at sucking cock. Just drop your pants and give’em a try.”

The man did just that and his dick was thick and hard. I think he filled my mouth with two loads of sperm. 

“You’re right. He’s good. Best sex I’ve had in a long time. You don’t mind if I tell the other guys around camp?”

By the end of the afternoon, Andy had taken me around to all the other five campers. I had sucked three of them and two of them were allowed to fuck me down by the river. Andy never told any of them that we were not really father and son.

I was preparing dinner for us and Andy saw that my dick was completely erect. 

“Get over here, old man.”

I quickly went to where he was sitting. He grabbed my balls, pulling my dick straight forward.

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

I did as he ordered and he took my dick into his mouth and gave me some much needed sexual relief. That night in bed, he fucked me one last time before going to sleep. 

Those 6 months were some of the finest I had ever spent in my life. Andy and I traveled to so many states and so many camps. At the beginning, I had no idea what a sex slave was. But by the end, I was loving every minute of it.

Almost every camp, Andy would take me to other trailers and motor homes. He thought it was amusing to sell me for sex. My dick became stiff more times than all my 24 years of marriage. I soon became to love Andy like my own son. 

Andy wanted to stay on the run and part of me wanted to stay on the run with him, but I had another life back home. I gave him the motor home, gave him my address and phone number. I said if he was ever in trouble, call me.

I took a train back home. I sat by the window all the way, thinking about the last 6 months and all the fun I had in that motor home.

End.