Too defiant to Abuse

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Introduction:

Longer-read: After college, the 23-year-old Michael J Cox moved clear across the country. Finding a new house, job, and a heap of trouble. Getting to know the friends and enemies he encountered. And the great sex he had with both. However much he liked the thuggish type, the defiant Mikey Mike hates to be dominated, bound, or abused. 

This is a 9-part dramatic depiction of what Mike had to endure setting up shop.

Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.

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Too defiant to Abuse - Part 1.

Let me introduce you to Michael J Cox. A gorgeous young hunky college man at twenty-three. He is only 5 feet and 7 inches, with a strong and determined expression and sexy high cheekbones. His bushy eyebrows and thick, reddish-brown curly hair made Mikey Mike, as his frat mates used to call him, stand out a cut above the rest.

Michael had a rough time growing up. His father, Oscar Cox, had only been sixteen when he knocked up one of his many girlfriends. She was a couple of years older and kept the baby. They eloped together and got married in a seedy wedding chapel in Las Vegas. Until the age of six, things went reasonably well for little Mikey. But his mom died of a heroin-fueled sex party with six drunk basterds. Watched sneakily by the boy. She had become a hooker. Trying to make some extra cash to raise her son. 

After the age of two, Michael only saw his father a handful of times a year. But those times were the best. They bonded hard. Mike looked up to the butch, macho trucker with his dirty stories. Oscar had taken a job as a long-haul trucker when he turned eighteen. So the state foster care took Mike away from him when his mom passed away.

Long story short. Michael Cox got dumped in an orphanage. But he was too rowdy and rebellious. Experimenting with the other boys and girls. Seducing them to play with his boy-toy. Or sneaking out and getting into all kinds of mischief. Even the foster homes found him far too independent and defiant. Questioning everything his foster parents told him to do. Not that Mike wasn't willing to cooperate with them. He just wanted to know why all the time. Needless to say, Michael got shunted from home to home throughout his school years. 

The only time Mikey felt truly himself was when he made out with a guy or a girl. Having casual sex with them. By the time Mike went to high school, he had discovered he was gay. The stupid thing was that Michael fell for slightly older muscular guys. Loving to watch the buff alpha thuggish types. He knew they liked to dominate and abuse. And that was the biggest turn-off for young mister Cox. He only learned from them that he needed to take care of his own body. So during middle school, Michael began working on his body strength. Turning himself into a moderate muscle jock by the time he fucked his way through high school. Learning to become a man. He never lost his boyish looks, though.

Biding his time until he turned eighteen. When he would finally become his own man. Free of the state foster care and education system. Then he could take matters into his own hands. Until now, his life was lived for him. He got told where to go, what to do, where to sleep, and how to dress. And that was very hard to expect from someone who had only grown more independent and defiant over the years.

The hard-working Michael Cox had saved up a boatload of cash. Working several part-time jobs. Earning him even more money, betting against the system. Mike managed to get lucky at gambling a few times. Knowing when to quit while he was ahead. The dude was very smart with cash in general. Michael had a flair for economics. Helping out in the few stores he interned at. His first real weekend job was in a local hardware shop. He learned everything he could about DIY, home improvement, lawn and garden care, and tools. And gay sex. Even though he wasn't even at a legal age then. But Mike was much more mature than other guys his age.

One of the truckers that regularly dropped by was gay as well. The blond god, Brandon, was a rough and tattooed young man of 22 at that time. He usually wore the same kind of denim outfits with muscle shirts. In Michael's young and horny eyes, the trucker was gorgeous. A roll-model even. The outgoing Brandon was pretty rough, but he loved to kid around. Making snide remarks and sexual innuendos like Michael's father used to do. That day the store owner had left for a while. Leaving two shop assistants and Mikey to hold down the fort. 

Mikey rushed into the back and started to help unload the supplies Brandon brought. Michael felt particularly horny that day. Apparently, so did the trucker. His tight jeans strained around the half-erect man-tool. Instead of his regular outfit, the guy wore a cool black leather jacket. This new look somehow interested the young mister Cox. When the two stood close together, Michael's eyes wandered, a little too obviously, over Brandon's powerful body. From the man's swollen groin, over the leather, to his face. That's when the young boy noticed the new earring in Brandon's right ear.

Mikey stupidly blurted out: "You're only wearing one earring?... Why is it in your right ear?..."
Brandon looked at the young dude and smiled: "That's because I am gay... I like to fuck with guys... Have you ever fooled around with your buddies, Mikey?..."
"Yeah... but... well, we only jerk off a bit... I never fucked with a man... Did a few girls already, though..." muttered the 15-year-old Michael staring shyly at Brandon's black biker boots.
"What?... Do you want to tell me that a tough guy like you has never sucked a guy off?... Dude, you're missing out!... Sex with a guy may be a bit rougher... But I do like it... Want to jump in the staff toilet and help me out, Mikey?... I am so damned horny I could explode... I could teach you a thing or two if you want to..." said the trucker seductively.

Telling Michael you wanted to teach him something was the right thing to do. The young dude loved to learn about new stuff. And new stuff about sex? Well, that was always a welcome thing to know about, thought Michael. So he said: "Lead the way, Brandy... Just remember I've never done shit like this... But I can see you need a hand..." sniggered Mikey dirty.

"Cool... Follow me, Mikey... Let's have some fun... But don't tell anyone about it... Or we'd be both in deep trouble..." grinned the horny 22-year-old blond trucker warningly. Dropping his muscular arm around Michael. Leading him to the staff toilet at the back of the stockroom. No one went in there. Only the truckers used it occasionally if they needed a piss or a shower. Mike felt excited. He had come to know Brandon rather well over the past few months. Michael did not even get nervous when Brandon locked the bathroom door behind them.

Brandon twirled Mikey around. Facing the boy, he bent his head a little, giving Mike a small kiss on the lips. He delicately put a hand around the side of Michael's neck. Pressing his thumb against the boy's cheek to angle his face. Brandon gave Mike another small kiss. Then another. Then a longer wetter one. And before Mike knew it, he was French kissing Brandon as if he had done that many times before. Letting his tongue explore Brandon's wriggling slab. 

Even Mike's hands seem to get a life of their own. Wandering freely over the tight jeans in search of Brandon's hot cock. Once Mikey had a firm grip on the shaft, Brandon clasped a hand over the boy's butt and behind his head. Sticking his tongue even deeper into Mikey's mouth and pressing his crotch to Mike's.

After a few minutes, Brandon stopped and looked into Michael's eyes. Asking: "Damn... Are you sure you have never done that before?... You're a hot kisser and nice and stiff already... A nice big toy you got, Mikey..."
"Fuck no!... But it felt nice how you stroked me... And your rather big yourself..." gasped Michael hotly. Adding: "What's it like?..."
Brandon laughed and asked: "What?..."
"Getting fucked by a guy... Ain't that much too painful?..."

"Oh, that... Nah... At first, it might be... But you'll get used to it... And sex with a guy is nicer than with a girl, I think... But you are not ready for that, Mikey..." said Brandon.
Looking at Mike's puzzled inquiring look, he explained: "First, I usually start by kissing... Then we jerk a little... Suck each other and lick his asshole a while... That's called foreplay... Once he's horny enough, then I would slowly press it in... Using some spit or lube if I needed to... But it will fit... I never met a tight hole my dick could not stretch open... And I've done quite a few..."

"Mmmm... I don't know, man... You feel awfully big..." Michael said, still feeling apprehensive. Unbeknown to himself, Mike's hand still stroked over the trucker's jeans. As if he was jacking Brandon off.
"Ha... It is... but you make me feel very nice... Your hand knows what it's doing... Want to take a closer look, Mikey?... You can decide what we do after you've taken it out, buddy... No rush... This is just a bit of fun..." said Brandon seductively. "Drop to your knees and undo my belt... Then I'll open these pants and let you free willy..." sniggered Brandon dirty.

Michael had already dropped to his knees before Brandon stopped talking. In fact, Mikey had a hold of the hot cock in a split second. Since the trucker never wore underwear. Brandon only had to heave his nuts free of the denim trap. What Michael learned was that he liked this. He looked closely at the shaved, veiny nine-inch cock twitching in his hand. Moving closer to sniff it. Stroking his wet tongue over the cockhead. Placing it between his lips and licking its head while he looked up to see Brandon's reaction. Mikey saw Brandon's dirty grin and felt a hand softly stroke the back of his head. Mike did what came naturally to him. He took the man into his mouth, closed his lips, sucked, and licked it playfully.

He only looked up when Brandon started to huff and puff. Making grunting, crooning moans, and pressing Michael's head down deeper over the shaft. Mikey gagged and let go instantly. Brandon looked down and said: "Don't worry about that... You'll get used to that too... But you're fucking amazing, Mikey... You are a natural!... Keep doing what you did... But bob your head over it a little... Play with my nuts and stroke my shaft... Take a firm grip and jerk me off while you suck me... I like that..."

When the scared-looking Mikey doubtfully shook his head. Unsure what to do. Brandon lifted the boy off the floor, placing Michael on the counter between the sinks. Pulling Michael's tracksuit pants down a little more, bending forward. By way of instruction, Brandon gobbled Michael up. Making the boy-toy grow in his mouth. Mikey had never felt something heavenly like this. Sure he had been sucked plenty of times before. But not like this. Not by a tough adult man. This was something he could get used to. Grabbing hold of Brandon's leather jacket, he let himself get educated. 

Mike had tried to postpone the inevitable ejaculation. But when Brandon pumped a few knuckles behind the base of his ballsack, Michael exploded with force. Mike watched in amazement how Brandon savored each and every squirt of his hot sticky cum. With his mouth full of Mikey's jizz Brandon stood up and put his tongue into the boy's mouth. Together they tasted and swallowed the hot boy juice.

"Your turn!... I want to taste yours, Brandon..." called Michael. Sliding down from the sink onto the floor. Landing on his knees between the heavy boots of Brandon. Taking his jeans down to the ankles. Michael took hold of the rock-hard 9-inch monster and lifted it up. Licking his tongue from Brandon's sweaty hairless balls over the shaft to the cock-head. Hearing how the trucker grunted lustfully. Breathing heavily to Michael that he was doing it right. Egging the boy on. Mikey kept bobbing up and down over the vast cock, stroking the man-tool and playing with his enormous swinging balls. Swallowing Brandon's cock as if it was a juicy hotdog. 

"Hey, buddy..." muttered Brandon between heavy grunts. "Let me fuck that pretty face of yours a bit... I am getting close... Do you want to see how deep you can take it?... Can I cum in your mouth too?..."
Michael merely looked up at Brandon. He had a pleading 'yes do' look in his watery eyes. So Brandon put a hand on top and behind Mikey's head. Stuffing his cock rudely into the boy's mouth as if it was a fucktoy. Making the boy gag and gurgle a little. But Michael did not care anymore. Mike loved the feeling Brandon gave him. With a quick warning, Brandon slowed the pumping movements right down. Calling: "Oh shit... I am cumming... Take my spunk... Drink me dry... Here it comes... Oh... Yeah... Fuck... Oh... Urgh... Oh... Fuck... Yeah..." 

Michael felt the trucker shudder. Brandon's cock-head swelled and began unloading his cargo into Michael's mouth. Brandon took hold of the squirting dick and pulled back. Instructing Mikey to stick out his tongue to catch his cum. The pleased and eager look on Mike's face made Brandon shoot harder than he would have done other ways. Sticking the still twitching cock back into the cum filled mouth. Slowly gyrating his hips while he held on to the boy's head. 

Mikey grinned up at Brandon with a mouth full of cock. This gave him a taste for more. Much more. Over the next few months, Brandon showed the too-young Michael Cox a heck of a lot more. Teaching the uneducated little squirt how nice sex with men could be. Never going over the boundaries that Mikey had laid out for him.

After that first hot experience with Brandon, Michael Cox started experimenting a lot. Even getting paid for it by some older guys. Switching up the lewd casual sex with a few girls he met while he went out on the weekends. But sex with guys, decided Michael, was his thing. Only he didn't meet a lot of them. Until that is, Michael went to college. 

He lived on campus in a frat house. And between his part-time jobs, regular gym visits, clubs, and bars, he had plenty of opportunities to fuck around. The frats needed sex all the time. And if there were too few women to go round, they did each other. The fact that the gorgeous hunk Michael J Cox was the only confirmed gay was no issue for them at all. 

The only problem Mikey Mike had with them was when they were too drunk. Usually, they started a mock fight and tried to force their way into Michael's ass. But if that threatened to happen, Mike would simply use his kickboxing skills and knock them on their asses. Locking himself in his dorm room until they calmed down. No, Michael never let them abuse his ass. Only if he allowed it, then could they have fun. One by one or as a group. As a top or a total bottom. It was all fine by Mikey Mike. As long as they respected him in the morning. And the frat brothers had a fuck-load of fun those 4 years living together. 

Fresh blood entered each year. They hazed the pledges, ensuring their loyalty and letting the boys know what was expected of them. Mike was never a great fan of this. He knew what it felt like to be forced into something you did not want to do. Not until his senior year did Mikey Mike fully join in. Give each guy a close and personal look at his 8-inch gay power.

The frats made the pledges undress. One of the 6 was out the door in a flash. They made them do pushups. When the pledges got told to lay naked on top of each other and do pushups again. The second one dropped out. Two of the remaining four got hard. A nerdy-looking 5-inch pledge was shown to the door, naked. The hard guys were told to suck the third off. The frats ensured he was fully hard before picking the two who could live at their frat house. Mikey Mike gave them a hot lap dance.

After Mikey Mike was done, he got undressed. Going for round two. Taking the boys into his ass. Riding them as if they were wild bulls. Well, only two remained. The third was having none of it. "Natural selection!..." Called the frats meanly after him as he dove out a window. The last test was a nasty raw group fuck with the remaining two. Although the last pledges tried to fight and struggle, they let it happen in the end. Submitting to Mike, who picked the brawniest of the two as his new roommate. He got to know Johnathon quite well that year. 

Johnathon, a 21-year-old alpha male, was an easy and outgoing guy. He was always ready to stick his dick in any hole with a heartbeat. Johnathon never screwed around with other guys, though. But he was willing to submit to Mikey Mike's cock and ass. Allowing the then 23-year-old hunk to nail the crap out of Johnathon whenever and where ever Mikey wanted. Or even to pimp Johnathon out to the other college guys that fancied John's ass. In return, Johnathon was allowed to make out with Mikey. Especially when Johnathon was hard up. When he had not gotten laid in a while or when Mikey Mike needed a rough and rowdy man to take care of him. And Johnathon was just that. A good-looking nasty fucker. He fit right in with the rest of the brothers.

Michael Cox left college with a couple degrees in management and economics. More cash than he had ever had, but with no idea what he wanted to do with his life or where to go. He only had a pimped-out hot hatchback and the clothes on his back. What Michael missed was a role model. A father figure. Someone he could talk to or ask for some advice. During a discussion with one of his mates, Mikey got the advice to look for the kind of job he used to talk about a lot. Immediately his mind jumped to the local hardware shop. Well, Mikey skipped right past that, and went straight to Brandon's 9-inch instructing gay cock.

Michael could kick himself. He had forgotten all about his blond trucker mate Brandon. He gave him a call right away. And after some brutal phone sex, Michael told Brandon he was done with college and looking for a job. Somewhere that he could use his new financial and managerial skills. 

Brandon laughed: "Well, I am primarily working on the east coast now... And the only two jobs I know about are a mom-and-pop store... They are looking for a young manager to take over from them... The other is an admin at the local truckstop I practically live at... Rough place... Loads of issues with a few nut-jobs that think all gays should burn in hell... But why don't you make your way over here... I'd love to show you around town... I miss your ass, kid... Truckstop glory hole fun is nice... But I occasionally like to wake up to a hot guy and have breakfast with him... If you catch my drift... Have you managed to hook up with someone, Mikey?... Do you have a boyfriend yet?..."

"Nope... Still single, Brandon... But I don't know anyone out there either... And it's a three-day ride... But I'll give you a call if I decide to go... Send me the addresses of those places, please... I'll check them out... Oh... And Brandy... My cock wants a bit of your ass too... So keep between the yellow lines and don't run over any nut-jobs... Stay save... Stay horny... Hope to catch up with you soon... Bye, stud!..."
"For you, little brother?... Anything... Bye Mikey..." said Brandon with a grin in his voice.

Being called brother by anyone other than the frat mates was a new experience. Was this how Brandon saw Michael? Did he think of Mikey as his little brother? Michael Cox did not know, but he liked that idea very much. The last time he had met up with his blond trucker buddy was a couple of years ago. It was the hottest twenty-first birthday weekend Mikey had. And Mike looked forward to seeing him again. 

Michael checked the links Brandon had sent him about the advertised jobs and decided it was worth his effort to check them out. He wasn't bound to the college city he had called home for over four years. And starting over on the east side of the country seemed just as good as anywhere else.

To save every penny, Mike slept rough. The three-day jaunt across the country was far from eventless. The first night he slept in a communal dorm of a cheap youth hostel. Even though sleeping wasn't the right word. He got aggressively butt fucked in the shower before bed. Three guys accosted Michael. They could not have been more than early high school age. Nailing his ass rudely to the wall of a communal shower stall. 

You see, Mike is only five feet seven inches and looked very boyish. Even though he is 23, Michael didn't look a day over twenty. Mike's slim and pale complexion screamed victim to his assailants. So that's what the guys did. They took him without asking. And the 'fun' didn't stop in the shower. That night they took turns on poor Mikey when they had dragged him - kicking-and-screaming - back to the communal dorm room. Michael was indeed a great actor. Giving the three teens the idea that they were roughly dominating the 23-year-old. It was fun, thought Michael Cox when he drove away that morning.

Nevertheless, the second night Mike stayed in his car. With the passenger seat pulled all the way back, he made himself comfortable in an empty campground. But the fuzz didn't like that idea much. Mike had checked if he could stay there. No, that wasn't the issue. The dirty cops were looking to release some pent-up tension of their own. Once they had discovered the pimped-out hatchback, the two cops ascended on mister Cox like flies on a dunghill.
And there was Mikey, the perfect ready-made victim to practice some nasty interrogation tactics on. Not that Michael was able to say much. Within seconds, the young guy had his hands and ankles cuffed and a mouth full of hairy dick. Soon Mike needed a shower again. This second time was much less fun. The sex was great, but he could have done without getting tied up. Mike still hated that.

Michael Cox arrived at his destination around one o'clock on Monday. Hungry and stinking to high heaven. The truck stop had a vast parking lot. It seemed to be a busy place. Although slightly run down. Driving straight to where the truckers parked their big rigs, Mike looked for Brandon's truck. The truckers that spotted Mikey's hot hatchback made rude gestures to him. Warning him not to park anywhere near. When Michael finally spotted Brandon's big rig, he saw that the curtains of his cab were closed. Michael knew enough not to wake a sleeping trucker. They would likely attack you if you did. So he simply texted Brandon: "I am here... Want to grab a bite?..."

Mike did not hear back from his mate, so he drove his car around the back of the truck stop. The compound consisted of a restaurant, bar, toilet, shower block, and motel. Only the motel was fenced off. A couple of the rooms even had fire damage. And the front was spraypainted with texts like: "Burn... Go to hell... Die faggots... Burn all Gays... and an odd-looking tag..." In total shock, Michael remembered what Brandon had told him: "... Rough place... Loads of issues with a few nut-jobs that think all gays should burn in hell..." At the time, Mike thought that Brandon was making a joke. But seeing this made Mike feel sick to his stomach.

Flabbergasted, he walked into the truckers-only side of the toilet block. It earned him odd looks from the guys in there. Michael Cox still wore his white knitted varsity bomber jacket and gray jogging pants. Mike's boyish college look stuck out like a sore thumb. It was clear to the truckers this wasn't one of them.
Not that Mikey cared much. He whipped his dick out at the piss troth and let rip. A trucker stepped up next to him. Unzipping his jeans and putting his stiff cock in his hand. Wanking it a little too obvious. Catching Michael by surprise. Thinking: "Oh fuck... here we go again!..." when the trucker put his free hand on Mikey's neck. Squeezing him hard. 

"Hey, college kid... Want a piece of the action?..." he viciously asked.
"FUCKING HELL, BRANDON!... You gave me a fright!..." screamed Mikey. Dropping to his knees and looked straight up at Brandon. Swallowing the nine inches down his throat as if they were in the toilets by themself. The other truckers whooped and hollered at this sight. Brandon grinned. Skull fucking the college boy as if he owned the little prick. A few other truckers had pulled their pokers out. But Brandon gave them a mean look. Telling them wordlessly: "Fuck off!... This one is mine..."

He pulled Mikey up and stuck his hand in the boy's joggers to rudely stroke him. Grabbing Mikey and pressing him in a tight hug. "Good to see you, Mike... Got your text and saw you entered the wrong toilet... You need to dress like a trucker, or these guys think you're a hustler... Here, put my old jacket on... I have some cool boots for you in my truck, Mikey... At least you stink like a trucker..."
The other men in the toilet block laughed heartily at Brandon's remarks. Mike got swirled around, and a rugged leather jacket got hoisted over his shoulders. Brandon bent forward, sucked on Mikey's neck a bit, and whispered: "Now then... That's a much better look on you... Mikey..."

Brandon took Mikey into the changing room near the showers. They were alone there, and Mike watched himself in the mirror. Brandon put his arms around Mikey and pulled Mike's big eight-inch dick out from behind. Jerking the kid off hard and fast. Michael leaned backward, feeling the 32-year-old trucker Brandon worship his young mate.
"That is a good look on me... Ain't it?... I never wore much leather before... Well, I have a colored leather varsity bomber... But black suits me better... I think..."
"Damned right, Mikey... And I think you should keep this...  It was already a bit too tight for me when I bought it... But it fits you nicely..." laughed Brandon hotly. "Go get showered, Mikey, you really stink... What have you been up to?..."

"Aw, man... Long story... I do reek a bit, don't I?... Can I use your towel and soap?" said Mikey with a dirty grin sniffing his dirty pits.
"Only if we shower together... I want in there... Clean you out good..." smirked Brandon. "Then we can talk, and I'll show you around town... I have a delivery to make at Grunnings around four... We can see if you'd like to apply for a job there... You can be my truckers assistant for the day... But we need to get you dressed in something different..." Brandon suggested.
"I'd like that... I do need to butch up a bit, I think..." sighed Michael.

The two got undressed in a flash. Giggling like two teenage boys about to do something particularly nasty for the first time. Soaping each other up, while kissing and stroking their bodies. When Brandon was about to enter his buddy, Mike said: "Brandy... Stop!... I need to wash it out first... Had a few guys do me on the way over here..."

"Ha... Here let me, Mikey..." Brandon grabbed a shower head and twisted it off. Replacing it with a short black silicone tube from his toiletry bag. Sliding it over Mikey's butt crack. Letting it enter and squirt the boy clean. Then he used his own nine-inch tube to go in all the way. Screwing the boy up against the shower wall. Much rougher than the two had ever done before. When Mikey started to sputter, Brandon simply said: "You're a trucker now... Truckers take it rough... Or go home... Not long now... Nearly done... Take it slut... Let your ass eat my load... Here it cums... Oh hell... Fuck... You're so tight, Mikey... Arghh... Oh... Shit... Urgh... Oh... Fuck... Yeah... TAKE IT BITCH!..."

Michael did not know if he wanted to be treated like a bitch. He sure as hell did not like to be called it. But he got outraged when Brandon ordered: "Now clean my dick, bitch... Then rim my ass and eat me out..." Pressing Michael roughly to his knees and forcing his lips apart with the cummy cock. Once the nine-inch schlong was sufficiently cleaned, Brandon turned round and bent over. Presenting his shaved hole to the dirty boy's mouth. 

However, Michael was having none of it. He stood up rather faster and rammed his cock past the sphincter until his nuts slammed against Brandon's sack. It was all excruciating. But the boy kept up this onslaught until he filled the trucker up. He pulled out with a mean plop and twisted Brandon about. He was going for round two in his throat. Brutally, face fucking Brandon. Forcing him two swallow each and every last drop.

When Brandon looked up at Michael, the boy towered angrily over him. Shouting: "Brandy... We ask before we get too rough... I like you... But don't do that again!... As you saw, I learned a few new things as well... That was much too rough... But you deserved that!..."
Brandon just got a smirk on his face. Saying: "I know... But that's just it... When you get raped... Those fuckers rarely ask nicely... But yeah... Seems like you have learned to play nasty too... You took it okay... And I loved seeing you do it to me as well, Mikey... My new boyfriend is into all kinds of bondage and domination shit... If I get a chance, I'll introduce you to him... He's one of those guys that are true masters... They teach you first... Then scare the shit out of you when you're ready... You'd like it... I know..."

Michael got flustered to hear Brandon speak like that. All kinds of mysterious questions popped instantly into his mind. Did Brandon expect him to get raped at some point? Was Brandon seeing someone? Was he into bondage now? Would Brandon want Mikey to join them in a domination session? Who was this guy anyway? That guy sounded scary to Michael.
The two dried off and got dressed. Walking silently back to Mikey's car to pick up his rucksack with his valuables and a pair of light blue jeans. Then side by side to Brandon's sleeper cab truck. When they climbed inside, Brandon rummaged in the cabinet under his bed for a while. Pulling out boots and gloves for Mikey to wear. 

"Yeah... I am going to stick to it, Mikey... Leather is a damned good look on you, little bro... And sorry about earlier..." said Brandon softly.
"It's okay... I just had not expected this... But is it likely a guy like me gets raped around here?... And what is up with this place?... Why is the motel fenced off and burned down?..." asked Mikey watching his new look.

Brandon sat in the driver's seat and started explaining about a group of skinhead punks that had begun terrorizing the businesses in town. Targeting all those businessmen they thought were gay or unfaithful to their wives. Trying to extort some protection fees or intimidate their customers. Using their so-called religion as justification for their ruthless efforts. Even setting fires and graffitiing the entire town.
Brandon told Mike the police have been working overtime trying to catch the slippery bastards. At that time, Brandon started to grin, looking at the red-eared Michael Cox next to him. Saying: "O,... I forgot to tell you, Mikey... The police sergeant in charge of that mess is my boyfriend... Man, Roy Peterson is a rough master!... He even taught me a thing or two... But he is only rough if you let him... Nice guy, really... You'll like him..."

"Don't know... Never had much luck with cops... Or masters for that matter..." muttered Michael J Cox. Watching the new butch trucker look, he was now sporting. Especially the jacket and the boots. The flat-nosed cowboy boots had thick, profiled soles and sturdy boot belts with metal studs and a chain around the tall heel. The entire look was new to Mikey. He loved it, though. Sitting in the passenger seat, the two guys started talking. They were a bit too early to go directly to Grunnings. But Michael saw Brandon looking over at him with a desirous look. Grinning hotly when he did so.

"Damn, little bro... You've grown a lot... I can see your abs through your shirt... Loving that tight swimmer's body of yours, Mikey..."
"I Thought you had a boyfriend?... Already thinking of cheating on him?..." asked Michael naughtily.
"Nah... but, a guy can dream... Can't he?..." laughed Brandon. "And those clothes... Well, they suit you... Only... Uhmmm... Don't get mad... But you need a haircut, buddy..."

"Not you too!... What's wrong with my hair?... Don't tell me you don't like redheads... BECAUSE IT IS NOT RED!..." All through college and high school, Mike had been teased about his thick curly reddish brown hair.
Brandon raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never heard Michael burst out in anger like that before. So after a few moments of stunned silents, he said: "The curly hair is fine... But there is a lot of it... It can get pretty warm out here... And if you're this touchy about the color... Do something with it... Color it or get some blond highlights... Just saying, little bro... You do look sexy when you're angry, though, Mikey..."

Michael J Cox sat quietly next to Brandon Hardman as they drove away. Taking the scenic route into town. The area was pretty forested and green. Quirky and eccentric townhouses lay in col-du-sacs on either side of the main road in the rolling hills. But everywhere they drove, Michael could see that odd graffiti tag. Or texts like he saw on the burned motel. 

The tag consisted of four horizontal lines spaced equally apart. The top line had two tits hanging off it. The bottom two lines were connected by what could only be described as a cock and balls. Or, at the very least, two vertical lines sticking out past the bottommost horizontal line. The text was spray painted in black on a red and yellow background. It looked like a devil's head or a flame with two points. The graffiti tags had a menacing look. Making Michael Cox feel uneasy. It was not until he saw the tag sprayed from left to right that he understood what it said: " B. I. H. "

But one cul-du-sac seemed to have more tags than all the rest of town. Mikey saw it on bus stops, trashcans, and street signs. But it was practically everywhere now that his minds-eye was focused on the ugly image. Deep in thought, Michael had gone all quiet.
"You are not mad at me, are you, Michael J Cox?..." asked Brandon after a while.
Brandon had never called Michael like that. Being called by his full name stunned Mike into a reaction. "Oh... No... Just thinking about the assholes that graffitied that B I H-tag all over... Who are those fuckers anyway?... What do they want?..."

"Ah... but I've told you already... Religious nut-jobs that hate gays... Well, they hate everything to do with sex... They burned the T-Bone motel just to catch some teens celebrating their prom night there... Two guys got burned for screwing each other... And the room of a large group of jocks doing the virgin prom queen got set alight too..."
"Shit, really?... Did everyone get out okay?..." asked a scared Michael Cox.
"Sadly no... Tomas Johnson, the owner of the T-Bone, got them out alive... but they were burned badly..." sighed Brandon with a heavy heart. "You'll meet Tomas tonight over dinner... Just don't mention you're into guys, anything to do with gays, or the burned motel to him, though... Those skinhead assholes are extorting him... Heck, they forced him to say he is straight... But he's not... Sad story... Unfortunately, Tomas is too scared to do anything about it... I think he's even paying them to leave him alone..."

"Can't your boyfriend do anything about it?..." asked Mike.
"Ha... You have been paying attention, after all... But no, Mikey... The police have not been able to catch them... Well, not yet, anyway... Just don't mention this to my boyfriend Roy Peterson either... I bet we'll find him in the lunchroom café at Grunnings... All the cops like to hang out there... Getting their fill of donuts and coffee..."

< Continued in chapter 2 >

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