Hitch-hikers Nightmare

This story is a work of fiction and any similarity to real people or events is pure coincidence. The story contains scenes of extreme non consensual sex and torture so if this is not your thing, please move on.

Recently I had been busy with some improvements to the house so had not had a lot of time for fun. But the work was just about complete and I was hot for some serious action. And when I'm in that mood, some poor unsuspecting young guy is going to find himself wishing he were in hell rather than with me. My idea of serious fun is to pick up some nice looking hitch hiker and then have my way with him. If he's straight and doesn't want my sort of fun, so much the better.

My car was specially chosen for exactly this sort of thing. It's a Chrysler Voyager MPV with the middle two seats taken out, leaving plenty of room between the front and back seats. All the back windows are heavily blacked out and there are curtains that can be drawn across just behind the front seats, should there be a need. There are fixing points around the back seat so that a guy sat there can have his arms secured stretched out to the sides and slightly upwards and his legs can be secured pulled wide apart. The centre lap belt can also be used to reduce his range of movement. There are two cameras attached to hard disk recorders that can each record about ten hours of high quality video. There are also a couple of other special extras, but we'll get to those later.

So on this particular summer afternoon I set out to find a victim. After driving around for about an hour and rejecting one or two guys, I found an ideal one. He looked to be mid twenties, about 1.6m tall, slim light brown curly hair, not too short, and a look of boyish innocence. I pulled over and lowered the window.

“Where do you want to get to?” I asked.

He replied with the name of a town some 80km away.

“I'm going fairly close to there.” I said, hitting the button to open the rear sliding door. “Hop in. Better get in the back. The front passenger seat needs repairing and isn't too safe to sit on.” The last was untrue but would save me the trouble of moving him to the back later

He climbed in and sat down as I closed the door and pulled away. Initially I set off in the right direction. I wanted a few minutes to chat and find out a bit about him before I made my move. I learnt that his name was Gabor, he was 27, originally from Hungary. He was on his way home after visiting his girlfriend for a few days. And that was all I needed. Time to make my move.

“Want a drink?” I asked. “There are some beers in the cool box back there. Help yourself.”

“Thanks.” he said and I heard him take a can and open it. What he didn't know was that every beer in the box was spiked. By the time he got to the end of his drink he could hardly keep his eyes open, and in another couple of minutes he was sound asleep.

“Right.” I said aloud. “Timed it perfectly.” and I turned off the main road onto a side road that I knew lead to a very secluded spot.

On arrival I parked the van and climbed into the back. There he was, sprawled on the seat, looking more attractive by the minute. I took his bag and put it behind the seat out of the way. I knew I had about fifteen minutes before he began to wake up so I went to work. First I stripped him of his jacket and shirt. He clearly didn't go about topless much. His chest was completely white and almost totally hairless. I put the wrist cuffs on him and secured each hand to the back of the seat. Even if he woke up now, there was no way he could get free.

I ran my hands over his chest and sides for a moment, enjoying the feel of his pale white body. Then I let my hands slide down his sides, over his thighs and down his legs where they came to rest on his ankles. I then lifted one leg and removed his shoe and sock, running my hands over his bare foot. Then I repeated the moves with his other foot. Finally for now I undid his jeans and slid them down his legs and off and threw all his clothing over the back of the seat to join his bag out of the way. I put the cuffs on his ankles and secured his legs with his feet spread as far as they could reach. I sat back to look at him, naked but for a pair of nice loose fitting boxers. I had so far not touched his crotch, saving that for when he was awake, which shouldn't be too long now. I grabbed myself a drink, from a compartment up front, and sat back to wait. Sure enough after about 5 minutes he began to move and to moan softly. Slowly he became more awake and finally was conscious enough to realise that something was wrong.

“Wha. Wha. Wha.” he said, slurilly at first. “What happened to me? Why can't I move?” and he began pulling at his bonds. I sat, smiled and said nothing. “What have you done to me?” He was getting more awake.

“Hey! Let me loose! And where are my clothes?” he was now yelling and struggling hard.

“What I did to you” I said “was to give you a drugged drink, undress you and secure you. Your clothes are safe, for now at least, and I will let you go but not till I decide to. So you'd better accept that, for the next few hours, you belong to me and have no say in what happens to you.”

“Fuck you!” he yelled at me. “Let me go. I don't do things with guys.”

“I don't care who you choose to do things with, I am going to do some things with you that are entirely for my pleasure. The less you like them the more I will enjoy it. And no one is going to fuck me, but I will certainly be fucking you at least once.”

“No! No way am I getting fucked!”

“And how are you going to stop me?” and with that I laid my hand on his crotch for the first time. I could feel his soft cock laying there under the fabric of his boxers. And below that his balls seemed tense and firm.

“Get your hand off me!” he yelled.

“I think it's time to gag you.” I said and reached under the seat and brought out a small case containing a few of my toys. I selected a ball gag with a particularly large ball and put it on to him. It took me a moment to force his mouth open to accept it, but eventually he was gagged and could only make incoherent noises. Then I placed one hand on each of his legs and very slowly moved them up towards his shorts. I could see the panic in his eyes as my hands slowly moved up inside the legs of his shorts. I was careful not to touch his cock or balls but to keep moving until my fingers were protruding above the waistband of the shorts. I moved my hands apart till the were resting on the sides of his waist and then, with no warning, began to tickle him. He proved to be incredibly ticklish and was almost instantly thrashing about and making very high pitched noises. “Good” I thought. I like the ticklish ones as they tend to have the most sensitive cocks after orgasm, and there's nothing I like to do more than to stimulate a sensitive cock just after it's cum. I once got five loads out of a guy with non stop stroking of his cock for 3 hours. Each time he came he was even more sensitive than the last and by the end he was almost senseless from the massive over stimulation he had endured.

I left off tickling and slowly withdrew my hands back down his legs. Then I moved them back, but this time up the inside of his thighs, till my fingers met just under his balls. Again I started to tickle and sure enough he was just as ticklish there. Soon he was panting from the exertion of being tickled, so I stopped and moved my hands to cup his balls.

“They feel nice.” I said and the proceeded to slowly squeeze them. At first he just breathed deeply and glared at me, but as the pressure increased he began to squirm and try to cry out round the gag. When he looked about fit to burst from the pain I let go of his balls and just gently stroked them for a while.

“Time to loose these shorts.” I said and reached for a large hunting knife. As the knife moved towards him I could see the panic build in his eyes. “Don't worry. I'm not going to cut you, unless to struggle too much and I slip that is.” And I proceeded to slowly cut up the legs of his shorts at each side till only the waistband remained. With two fairly swift moves I sliced through this and then pulled the shorts clear of his body. His uncut cock was about 10cm long, fairly thin and totally flaccid and lay on a decent sized pair of balls in a scrotum that had pulled up fairly tightly. I took hold of his cock and gently eased the foreskin back over the head which was a nice deep purple colour. “Very nice.” I said. I'm going to have a lot of fun with this.”

He struggled and made what sounded like an attempt at saying no, but that is half the fun for me, knowing that my victim is very unwilling to let me do what I'm doing. I cupped his balls with one hand and began to slowly work his cock with the other as he continued to try to struggle enough to stop me. Very slowly his cock began to respond to my ministrations.

I could hear him moaning “No, no no.” over and over again as his body ignored his protests and showed that at least it welcomed what I was doing. Within two or three minutes his cock had swelled and hardened and was about 20cm in length and I could just get my hand round it with my thumb and middle finger touching at the tips.

I continued to stroke him at the same rate I had begun, very slow and deliberate. All the while I kept talking to him, telling him how attractive he was, what a beautiful body he had, how I was really enjoying playing with his cock and balls etc. I kept this up until I sensed that he was about to shoot his load when I let go of him and let him squirm at the feeling of wanting to cum but not being able to. As he calmed down I went back to slowly stroking his cock and began to lick the head, eventually taking the whole thing into my mouth. The sounds coming from him seemed to be less of a protest and more of enjoyment at this. I kept this up for about two hours, alternately sucking and stroking him to the point of orgasm but never letting him get there. By the end of it he was straining to cum every time I touched him and his moans of frustration as he was denied once more were music to me ears.

“Time for a new game.” I said and reached under the seat again. I pulled out a couple of wires with rubber loops on the end. One loop I put round his balls and tightened it. The other went into the ridge behind the head of his cock and was tightened. “Now in case you aren't familiar with these, they are for electro play, but they are not attached to a normal tens unit. This one is linked to the car ignition and the faster the engine runs, the more shocks you get. So let's go for a little drive.”

I climbed into the drivers seat and turned on the engine. Then I flicked the switch that connected the electro to my victim. At once I could hear him start to cry out round the gag. If he thought it hurt now, what would he think once I began to drive and the frequency ramped up? Only one way to find out. I put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking area. As we got to the road and drove away, the pitch of his cries rose and fell as I accelerated and decelerated. I drove for about twenty minutes and then pulled into another very secluded spot I knew and turned off the engine. Even though the electricity was now off, he continued to whimper and when I turned I could see tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Did that hurt a bit?” I asked him, mockingly as I removed the electrodes. “Let me kiss it better.” and I proceeded to kiss and lick his cock and balls. This brought his cock back to a full hard on in no time so I proceeded to suck him, but again stopped just as he was about to orgasm. “Let's loose the gag now.” I said and reached up to unfasten it.

“You sadistic bastard.” he said whilst still panting from the ordeal of the electro.

“I know, but it's such fun.” I said as I began to stroke his cock. I gave him another half hour or so of alternate sucking and stroking without orgasm till he was begging me to let him cum. “OK.” I said, “This time” and went down on him once more.

I took it more slowly so it took him longer to get to the point, but this time I kept going and was rewarded with an almighty blast of creamy cum in my mouth which I eagerly swallowed.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” he kept saying over and over.

“Was that good?” I asked, as I lifted my head from his cock, but keeping my hand wrapped round it.

“Oh God! I never had an orgasm like that before.” he said. I began to slowly and gently stroke his cock. “Please, don't” he said. “I'm way too sensitive.”

“Are you really.” I said and took a firmer grip on his cock as my hand went up and down. “How unfortunate for you.” and with that I began to polish the head of his cock with my other hand.

“Arrgh! Nooooo! Stop!” were the intelligible things he called out, but I have no idea how to spell the others.

“This is the next game.” I said. “I gave you a really great orgasm and now I'm going to make you have several more, without pause.

“NO! NO! NO! NO!” he cried.

I left off the polishing and went on to some vigorous sucking, letting my tongue dwell on his cock head. He continued to protest and beg and squirm, but nothing was going to stop me. After maybe 8 or 9 minutes he shot his second load all over his stomach and I just kept right on.

One hour and five loads later I stopped. He was totally incoherent and obviously physically drained. I grabbed a bottle of water from the non drugged box and held it to his lips. “Here. Drink this.” I said and he began to gulp it down. “Not so fast” I said taking it away from him. “Drink it slowly and it will do you more good.”

After he had drunk a whole bottle of water I decided to move to the next item on the agenda – his ass. I unclipped one of his legs and lifted it up and clipped it to a ring in the roof of the car. Then I did the same with the other one. He was now still on the seat but slumped down, his arms still secured to the back of it but with his legs high in the air and his ass was totally exposed to me.

“What a beautiful ass you have.” I said as I ran my hands over his cheeks, squeezing them gently.

“Please! Don't fuck me.” he begged.

I didn't reply, just moved one hand to start probing his beautiful puckered hole with my fingers. With the other hand I reached into the case and brought out a bottle of lube. I squirted some onto him just below his scrotum so it would run down his wide open crack and onto his tight rosebud. As soon as it had, I slowly pushed one of my fingers inside him.

“No! Please!” he cried, but I just began to finger fuck him. After a moment or two I added a second finger and then a bit later a third while he continued to beg me not to fuck him.

“How about if I say that I won't fuck you if you give me a really good blow job?” I asked.

“What. Me suck your cock?”

“And swallow every drop of my cum.”

“And if I do you won't fuck me?”

“Well.” I said. “I could promise that, but you see, you are going to give me that blow job and  am going to fuck you, so I'd be lying if I did.” and I laughed at the look on his face. “Lets got on with it. Which do you want to do first. Suck me or have me fuck you?”

“I don't want you to do either.”

“I know, but you are going to do both any way. If you don't decide the order, I will.”

“What sort of choice is that?”

“The only one you're getting right now. Choose.”

“Oh fuck!”

“Is that your choice?”

“NO!”

“You have 5 seconds.”

“OK. I'll suck you.”

“There. That wasn't hard was it? Now just a word of advice. Don't even think about biting me. Just suck and use your tongue. Any teeth and you will bitterly regret it. What's happened up to now will seem gentle compared to what will happen if you bite me. Understood?”

“Yes.” he said sullenly. I dropped the shorts I was wearing and stepped out of them. Then I climbed up on the seat, one foot either side of him, and moved my cock towards his mouth.

“Open wide.” I said and as he did I put the head of my cock into his mouth. “Close your lips round it and start sucking. Just as if it was an ice lolly.” He did as he was told and I began to feel first some suction and then he started to use his tongue. For a first time straight boy he quickly got the idea and began to give me a reasonable blow job. “You're doing well.” I told him and began to slowly move my cock in and out of his mouth, gradually pushing further in until I could feel the head against the back of his throat.

“Now relax your throat and try to swallow it.” I said as I began to push harder against the back of his throat. After a minute or so my cock head slipped down his throat, making him gag a little.

“Good boy.” I said as I pulled back again so that he could tongue my cock head. “You've got a natural talent for this.”

We kept this up for about 10 minutes with me occasionally forcing him to deep throat me, and each time it got easier to push my cock down his throat. At last I felt the familiar stirrings that meant I would soon blow my load.

“Keep sucking good and hard boy.” I said. “Here it comes.” and with that I let fly with my load, right into the back of his mouth.

“Agh!” he spluttered as it ran down his chin and onto his chest. “That's disgusting!' he added after I withdrew.

“Don't you like it?”

“No I don't.”

“Pity. You are such a natural cock sucker.” I climbed down and got myself a drink of water. “Do you want some?”

“Please” so I let him drink as much as he wanted.

“Time to fuck.” I said in a quiet voice.

“Please.” he said. “I did everything you said to suck you. Do you have to fuck me?”

“Of course I don't have to. But I do want to so I'm going to.”

With that I began to modify his restraints. One at a time released his legs and attached them to straps that came from the top of the seat back, right where his hands were secured. Then both straps were shortened, pulling his legs up till his ankles were almost to his wrists. This meant that his ass was nicely positioned right on the edge of the seat with his cheeks pulled apart. His hole was beautifully exposed and there was no way he could move to protect it.

“Mmmm. That looks so inviting.” I said. “It's going to feel so good round my cock in a little while. But let's start to get you ready.” and with that I went on all fours and began to tongue his tight little rosebud.

“Oh my God!” What are you doing?” he called. “I've never felt anything like that before.”

“Feels good doesn't it?” I asked. “And tastes pretty good from my end too.”

He didn't answer, just continued to moan with pleasure as my tongue worked it's way deeper and deeper inside him.

I kept this up for about a quarter of an hour by which time my cock was once more at full mast and straining for some action. I rose to my knees and positioned my cock against his hole.

“Aren’t you going to wear a condom?” he asked.

“Certainly not. I want to really feel your hot ass hole round my cock.”

“No. Please wear one.”

“I don’t have any and even if I did, the answer would still be no.” and with that I began to push, gently at first but with increasing pressure. I didn’t bother to tell him it would hurt less if he relaxed instead of tensing to try to keep me out. I wanted to hear him scream.

As I felt his hole begin to widen for me I suddenly rammed my cock home with one almighty push. From the scream he let out it’s a wonder the car windows didn’t shatter. He continued to scream and writhe in pain for several minutes, especially since I didn’t allow him any time to get used to the feel of my cock in his hole but began to pump in and out mercilessly right away. As I had already cum down his throat I knew this was going to be a nice session. If I go for the fuck first, the feel of a tight bareback hole on my cock gets me off quickly but this time I knew I would be able to keep going for a while. Sure enough after about 20 minutes I felt my orgasm approaching. By this time he was no longer screaming but he was still whimpering and saying “ No! No!”  but his ass was nice and tight round my cock.

Another couple of minutes of my pounding and I gave one last thrust and stopped as my cock exploded inside him, filling his bowels with my cum. I fell on top of him feeling quite spent for the moment. I’d been pounding his ass hard for some 20 to 25 minutes and that takes a lot of energy. Eventually I felt my cock drop out of his hole.

“Time for cleaning duty.” I said as I stood up and climbed onto the seat once again. “Open wide.” and I moved my cock towards his mouth.

“Go fuck yourself!” he said, turning his head to one side. The words were barely out of his mouth before I give him a hard slap on one side of his face followed by a harder one to the other side.

“Open wide. I won’t tell you again.” I said and gave him two more slaps for emphasis. Meekly he opened his mouth and I put my now limp cock into it. “Suck it clean.” and he began to suck and tongue my cock. I let him continue for about five minutes and then pulled out of him.

“I have to say that was one hot fuck. You are so tight and it felt great round my cock. You can be sure I’m going to fuck you again before I release you but now I think it’s time for another little drive.” I un clipped his legs and re fastened them to the lower points so his feet were once more on the floor. Then I reached under the seat for another of my special attachments. It was the tube of a vacuum pump, large enough to take both cock and balls inside, but instead of a short pipe to a hand pump, the pipe from the end disappeared under the seat. This one was attached to the engines vacuum so like the estim, the strength depended on how I was driving. I put it over his cock and balls, pushing them inside with no consideration to if it hurt him or not, and secured it in place with three thin straps so it resembled a weird sort of thong.

“Right, time to get moving.” and I slipped my shorts back on, sat in the drivers seat and started the engine.

“Oh!” he exclaimed as the vacuum pulled at his equipment and the tube seated itself down against him. “Oh! Oh! Oww!” as I revved the engine a bit. And with that I set off enjoying listening to his groans and yelps as the strength of the vacuum varied. Then I turned onto the Autobahn and began to move at speed. His cries went to a new level as the strength of the pull on his cock and especially on his balls increased. I drove for about 20km and then came off. However just as he began to relax a bit, I went back onto the Autobahn to go back the other way! I left at the junction I had originally joined at and then drove to the third secluded spot I knew. I parked and revved the engine a couple of times before turning it off.

“So how did that feel?” I asked as I moved into the back of the car.

“How do you think it fucking felt?”

Slap!

“I asked you a question.”

“Fuck off!”

Slap! Slap!

“Last chance to answer.”

Silence.

“OK. Normally I give boys the following choice. One. Stay with me for a few more hours and endure whatever I do to you. After that I will take you to where I originally said I would and drop  you off. Or two. You can get out of the car right now and I’ll drive off a and leave you, but I leave you naked and without your belongings which will eventually be handed in as lost property. You however are not getting that choice. You will stay and endure more till I’m ready to let you go. Whether you are released dressed and with your bag or naked with nothing is up to you and how you behave when I speak to you or give an order. So just keep that in mind.” I didn’t really have any intention of keeping him much longer, but I wanted to subject him to another post cum torment session and to fuck him again. And I had already decided he was going to get dumped somewhere stark naked.

I knelt down in front of him once more and removed the vacuum device. His cock was limp and somewhat puffy. His balls were still firm but his scrotum was somewhat stretched and was looser than before. I took his cock and began to stroke it. After a couple of minutes it began to respond and harden. I decided not to go for any orgasm denial but just to make him cum as soon as I could and then see how many more loads I could get before I fucked him once more. It took about five minutes to get the first load from him and then it was pure torture. Over then next hour I only managed to get a further two loads from him, but he was in total agony all the way. If anything his cock was more sensitive this time than it had been before and I just didn’t let up.

“Right. Time to fuck him and dump him.” I thought. I was already hard due to the pleasure of torturing him so I just re attached his legs over his head and plunged right in. No foreplay, no preparation and definitely no lube. I just rammed myself home till my balls hit his ass and then proceeded to piston in and out. His initial scream was pure music to me and he continued to scream and curse for several minutes before he subsided to crying and whimpering. It took me about ten minutes before I was ready to shoot and at the last moment I decided not to fill his ass this time. I pulled out, quickly climbed up on the seat and stuffed my cock in his mouth, ramming it down his throat.

After a couple of thrusts face fucking him I pulled back so that just the head was in his mouth and let my load fly. He tried to pull off but I was holding him firmly with both hands. My cum filled his mouth and began to ooze out round my cock and drip down onto his chest.

“Swallow it!” I commanded and as I pulled my now drained cock from his mouth I used my hands to hold his mouth tight shut. “Swallow!”

“OK.” I said. “Once I’ve cleaned up a bit I’ll take you to where I’m dumping you. But first lets get you ready for the drive.” And with that I once more attached the electrodes to his cock and balls.

As soon as I was cleaned up and dressed I set off. I’d decided to dump him in another of these woodland parking areas, but one that was not so isolated as this one. I really wanted to turn him out in the middle of a town, but the chances of my being seen and subsequently caught made this most unwise. Although my selected spot was only about ten minutes away, I drove for about half an hour, including a short and totally unnecessary one junction blast along the Autobahn to the accompaniment of his screams and cries as the electricity fried his cock and balls once more.

“OK. Time to let you go.” I said as I parked the car and turned off the engine. I moved to the back and took a bottle of water from the drugged drinks. “Here. Drink this.” I said, holding it up to his mouth. I let him drink about half of it which should put him out for about ten minutes or so. Once he was out I quickly removed the electrodes and released his arms and legs. Then I opened the door and bundled him outside onto the ground a little way from the car. I got back in and closed the door and pressed the button to lock all the doors.

While I waited for him to come round I retrieved his bag and clothing from behind the seat and started to look through them. In the bag were several shirts, pairs of pants and socks, all of them obviously worn. Also a pair of jeans and a pair of trainers. To these I added the clothes he had been wearing, fist removing his phone and wallet which I put into the glove box. I looked out and could see he was beginning to stir. After a few more moments he sat up, shaking his head to clear it.

“My god. You drugged me again.” Then he took in where he was sitting and how he was dressed. “Where have you put my clothes you bastard?”

“Now is that any way to speak to someone you want something from?” He stood up and came over to the car.

“Where are my clothes, please?” he asked.

“That’s better but too late. I’m going to leave you here just as you are. Your things will be handed in to the police as lost property in a day or two so you should get them back, eventually.”

“You can’t leave me here like this!”

“Oh yes I can. Oh and by the way, you didn’t know it but what happened to you in the van was all recorded. I have your phone so I have all your friends contact details. Would you like me to send them some of the better bits? Like you with my cock in your mouth or up your ass?”

“No. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me have my clothes please.”

“You’ve already done everything I want. Just remember, keep quiet about what I did to you and the recording will stay in my private collection. Bye.” and I started to drive away.

“No!. Wait! Stop! Please!” he cried, hanging on to the open window at first but having to let go as I slowly accelerated away.

My last view of him in the mirror was of him standing in the middle of the track, stark naked, hands outstretched pleading and beginning to cry.