My place was getting the final touches, and I was eager to have a home base. For now I was grabbing guys, selling them, enjoying time with friends I was making through Marcus, and generally having a great time. While I was doing all this I got a text from a straight man I had "befriended" named Chet he was a young trucker, we had met at a truck stop in Ohio and hit it off as I looked for a chance and didn't get it, so I gave him my number and offered to help him sometimes. As a trucker he was lonely and often on the road, so he ended up chatting more than I expected. I even built some trust helping him a few times, and was going to snatch before the Detroit offer and actually forgot I was farming him.
He texted, "Hey, you moved to Detroit right? I'm about to be in town tonight, know any good places I could stay?" I immediately asked Marcus if he had a connection. He smiled, "I sure do, what's this one look like?" "He's a muscular younger guy, maybe 27, curly blonde hair, always wears a tank top, cargo pants, and work boots. You can tell he's athlete fit, football player kind of build. He used to play and kept the body up." Marcus nodded, "I have a place that's perfect, a truck stop and motel, the guy there also sells, but he likes to buy for guys for his pals and men to play with and usually pays very well. If you can provide someone hotter for him just by sending the guy his way, he can do the rest and you can watch if you want. They are a kinky fucking bunch, your guy is in for it." I was excited by the idea, "I'm in." I messaged Chet the location, and he said he'd be getting in that night to stay before he headed back from his haul the next day. Little did he know, the real delivery was himself.
I contacted the place, "Trucker's Paradise" and let them know his name and description and that he would be coming there to stay, and they could take it from there. Buck, who owned the place, said that he would be happy to let me watch the snatch. He said Marcus told him about me, and he would love to buy the stud off me. Apparently Chet was just what they were in the market for. I messaged Chet the address and was informed he booked a room for the night.
I came by that evening to chat logistics with Buck a little before Chet would arrive in his rig. He was a heavier man, very classic aged trucker type, he smoked and we discussed the snatch in his office. "We have a whole operation here, snatch the attractive truckers we want who swing by not knowing about the place, the ones who do bring hitch hikers, drifters, and straight friends sometimes to hand over. Most use our services and keep their guy and we make profit off selling them some guys and providing help and a place to safely capture the straights. It will be nice to have one we don't have to share. Trust me the payment will reflect that." He was an amiable guy, nice, I liked him. He did have a creepy undertone most would ignore, having one myself I did not, but he was in business with me so it was noted and discarded. Buck said his plans for Chet were to use him for entertainment for his trucker friends and his men working the operation.
I played some pool with Buck's crew in their rec room, five guys various shapes and sizes each with a henchman vibe, and then they got a text he arrived. The plan was to snatch him in the room, have initial fun, and they shared he would be installed in the rec room for them to use as they wanted and for customers to pay to use. Chet would be a busy fuck slave. I had an idea, "Why don't I just invite him to play a round of pool? Then he would already be in the rec room and you won't have to move him." They agreed that made sense, so we went to check with Buck.
He was in a security room with cameras in all the rooms, and he was already watching Chet set his bag down in his room. We shared my idea, and Buck agreed that made sense, "You are a full service kind of guy aren't you? Let me know if you want a job with me ever." I thanked him, but I was with Marcus. I called Chet and watched him take the call, "Hey what's up?" I said I just wanted to see he got in okay, and if he wanted to play a round of pool at the motel, "Sure, I'll get settled and then meet you there?" I agreed and hung up.
We watched him change out of the clothes he'd been traveling in on the camera with Buck. He pulled off his tank showing off curly blonde haired pits, and revealing his body. He was muscular, pecs thick with pink nipples, abs, he turned and we saw his muscular back. I remembered he shared he was the only football player that didn't let himself go, he had to stay fit for all the women he hooked up with on his travels. He really was just a fuck boy. And he still would be, just in a different way.
He kicked off his boots, stripped off his pants and boxers, briefly revealing a cut cock with a pink head and curly dark blonde pubes. He bent down to pull on new black boxers and for a moment his muscular ass was facing the camera. I couldn't wait to see his cherry popped. He got dressed, a white tee shirt, red shorts, and slides and came to meet me. He got nished popping a ball cap on over his blonde curls, and headed out. I intercepted him in the hall and guided him to the staff rec room, "Staff Only" on the door. He looked at me, "It's fine, I know the owner and we won't be bothered by all the other people. We can catch up." He shrugged, "Cool."
We went in, it was a large rec room, a pool table, staff lockers, table and chairs, and a tv with a leather couch. A small bar was on the side, Chet looked at it, "That's funny, they get a bar in their rec room? Fuck, I wish. Downside of driving for a living." I smiled, "Maybe you can quit and get a job here." He laughed and shook his head, "Truck stops don't pay, but this one is way nicer, I mean this room should be a little broken down, but it's kind of fucking nice for just staff." He was right, it was clean, the bar was nice and looked like an antique with top shelf booze behind it on shelves, the pool table was in great shape, and the TV was massive. The paint was new with nails hanging for pictures, I realized they had probably been removed for his arrival and were likely straight men who they had...entertained...here. Usually a place like this would be more broken down 70s dated, not a modern nice place an executive would enjoy waiting for a flight. Of course, I knew where the money came from.
We began playing a round. We chatted and Chet filled me in on his drive, traffic, useless stuff. I made a comment on his body and he missed it entirely and began going on about his weight routine changing recently. We kept talking and a few of the staff came in, looked at me and Chet, and sat watching TV. They put on some dark gay porn, and just sat. Chet paused and looked at me and made a shocked face and mouthed "what the fuck." Then the other group of henchmen came in and helped themselves to drinks, saying nothing. Chet came over to me, "Dude, what the fuck are they doing? It's like they don't see two straight guys in here...what is it with fags getting creepier lately?" I frowned and took the chance to rally the men, "Chet, you're such an idiot. I'm gay, what a shitty thing to say." It was loud and the men all rose and came over.
Chet raised his hands, "Dude I'm sorry no judgement," he saw the men staring not with anger but with leering interest. "I have no issue with gay guys of course..." He probably did, but I loved what society had done to straight men, accept us or be shamed. It was about time. He'd learn to accept gay men in a much more literal and physical way. Soon. "It's just, guys, it's a little insane to play that, I mean look at it. There's other people here and we got the okay, we didn't come in uninvited."
A couple bigger guys moved slowly behind him, another engaged him, "We invited the delivery guy, not you." He looked confused, "Delivery guy? What?" The guys moved in and grabbed him, "What the fuck!? Get the fuck off me," he wriggled "Help me! Shit, what the fuck is going on!?" They moved their legs and planted their feet on the inside of his legs, forcing knees to bend and he couldn't regain footing as they held his arms up against him like chicken wings...muscular fucking wings. I came up, "Chet, I'm delivering you. These guys can't just watch porn all the time. It isn't healthy."
I sat back and they all got to work, apparently the pool table was more than it seemed. They revealed restraints hidden beneath on all fours legs and hanging along the table for various positions. Chet was hobble walked a few feet to the table and bent over, cap falling off, and had his ankles shackled to either side and wrists forced out pulling him belly down over the table. He was secured and pulled at his restraints, "Jesus what the actual FUCK man! Fuck you, what is even happening?!?" The poor dumb jock was so caught off guard I think he still didn't fully comprehend. He raised his head and chest, pink nips poking out under him, "let me GO." That is until the guys began slicing off his clothing until everything he wore was in strips around his exposed pale muscles. His cock dangled over the edge of the pool table as his ass tensed as he bucked and freaked out just screaming for help.
One of the men laughed, "How do you even think a raping slave crew wouldn't have a soundproof rec room?" He struggled, and one got behind him and grabbed his balls between his muscle thighs, "I think you should probably start cooperating or we could just slice these out." He went still and started pleading, "Look, just let me go. My rig is here. People know I'm here." A guy hopped up on the table and fixed an o ring gag that forced his mouth wide open. He coughed and tried to resist but was no good. "Your rig will be found miles away on your way home abandoned with your smashed phone and all your belongings packed. You will be marked as checking out of here and a trucker will remember and tell police he saw you leave. No one is going to help you. Or find you." The rest of his attempted words were just garbled while his lips moved over the metal ring and his tongue lolled around. Spittle dripped down his chin and he gave up talking and thrashed some more.
"Get him like the boss likes," a big one said, "he gets first crack." The one on the table pulled something from his back pocket, it was nasal hooks. He shoved them in Chet's nose, and tied a string on them into his curls. They forced his nostrils back into a humiliating snout. Then one behind him revealed a butt plug, it had a curly pig tail on the back and was pink, he shoved it up the bitches virgin hole. He reared up and yelled out. Then Buck arrived. He had his cigarette and bent down and puffed smoke into Chet's face, he coughed and shook his head yelling. "Slick the pig up boys." They retrieved a container of oil and all five men began lathering him in oil, every crevice and inch was coated and slicked, roving perverted hands molesting all the way. It left marks on the felt beneath the wriggling man, they did not seem to care.
Once the muscle pig was lathered fully, Buck returned to his head. He undid his jeans and revealed he had a cock that was average, but beer can thick. It was in Chet's face. He tried to move his head away but Buck gripped the nasal hook sting and the pig moaned and was forced to remain forward, then the fat semi chub was forced down his gob. He coughed and gagged as Buck fucked his face, cock hardening down the throat, pulling the string to force the straight boys face further over the cock until he was nose deep in grey pubes. After a few minutes he got up and went around back, "Alright boys, you take turns up there, I'll break him in and then we all go. First timers have to take us all."
He went behind the bar as a henchman got up and mercilessly gagged the pig. He hurried to get there first, while Buck got a can from behind the bar. It was filled with grease, and he slathered the hole, while the slick pig wriggled and coughed on the current cock down the gullet. Buck slathered some up in and around the hole, testing it with two fingers making Chet moan over the guy's dick. Then Buck entered, his cock was wide, and I could see the sphincter stretch as he slid all the way in one fluid motion. The pig reared back and the guy in front rose a bit with him, fucking his face, enjoying the pure high shriek he gave out as his ass stretched to accommodate the beer can cock. I saw why the guy wanted to be first, the effect on his cock must be amazing. "We got a squealer boys!"
Buck fucked hard, slamming the muscle ass with a speed I didn't expect from the older heavier man. I watched the slick muscles tense and release as the pig felt with what was happening. Bicepts bulged, back rippled, ass clenched in vain. Every slick inch of him was on peak display in that position with all the oil bringing out his muscles, all useless to help him, but doing wonders for turning on the creeps who owned him. I thought about all the girls he had fucked as he traveled, now his cock was limp, slamming against the wood of the table as an old man popped his cherry, all while done up like swine. I loved seeing a straight man reduced and dominated every time, but this was extra special, Marcus was right about the kinkiness of this crew.
They mocked him, and after Buck came up his ass and cleaned off he grabbed a beer he sat by me with a satisfied sigh. "Fucking great one, can't thank you enough. I love having our own straight piggy a while and not relying on a dumb pretty one to just accidently find us. Running this place takes a lot of time, we can't snatch for us as much as we like." I smiled, "No problem, and you can thank me enough in the payment." We watched the guys all have their fun. Poor fucker was filled up the ass three times, two down his throat, and one came on his hair rubbing it into his now sweaty messed up curls. Then they cleaned up, one began hanging pictures back on the nails I had seen earlier. Each image was a close up of a man laid out on the pool table with the nasal hooks forcing their nose back and an o ring. Most hand their tongues hanging out and a weary look in their eyes.
We stood in front of the panting pig while the boys cleaned off and had drinks, turning the original porn back on. Buck stood one one side of the table, and I on the other. Chet looked up through wet bloodshot eyes, hair clinging to his forehead, and cum dribbling down his chin. Buck handed over a check, "Here you go, worth it." I looked at it, "Fuck, that's amazing. I'll have to send more your way." Buck smiled, and I hope you stay every time to watch. Actually, that face doesn't have enough cum on it..." I smiled and got up and undid my pants, the offer was great, because I was throbbing. I jerked until I squirted ropes of cum over the exhausted face. I smeared the cum on his face, wiped off on the curls, and then zipped back up. Buck went over and leaned down to Chet's ear, "You know I just paid your pal more than your whole haul to Detroit." The pig began crying.
Buck sighed, "Damnit. I owe you fifty bucks Hank." He looked at me, "I bet this one wouldn't cry until the boys make the piggy tail dance by holding lighters to his balls later. It's tradition and we always bet at what phase we get a pig to cry before we fuck him." He indicated one of the photos on the wall, "All cried eventually except that one, don't remember his name before we got him. Samoan guy passing through, he was a great time." The man was ridiculously hot and with a wide mouth and cum in short dark hair. He was one of the few with his tongue not hanging out. "We called him our Luau Pig." I saw there were labels under each image: Luau Pig, Muscle Pig, Feral Pig, Pig Pig, Slut Pig and more. Buck laughed, "Marcus helped with 'pig pig," he was a cop and he used his connections to make it easier. Good guy. Marcus that is, not the damn cop" I nodded.
"I wonder what this one will be called, you guys have a name yet?" He mused, not sure. We can call him Pal's Pig, then we can always think of you when we see his picture later on. And a great partnership. I'll take the photo while your cum is still smeared across his face." I was honored, and had hit it off with another client. "Alright boys, time for one of you to dump his truck on his route home. The one who does will miss the nut roast, but you get to play with him alone first tomorrow." The all began discussing it and all seemed to want it, so they drew straws and one guy left to get to work. The rest started taking their frustrations out on the pig, and when I left they were sodomizing him with a pool stick. My last view of him was his jiggling ass as they saw how far it would go while one of them unzipped for another go on his throat. I wasn't surprised there were so many pictures, they must go through them fast.
I made my way home, thinking about how the pig was reacting to the "nut roast." I had to hang with those twisted guys more often. I wanted to supply them with lots of their "fuck pigs" for fun, not just for the insane payout. Soon my place would be done and I could entertain the friends I was making and take some straight slaves of my own, I'd never had a place to do it before and mostly just had one off snatches I'd sell right after. I considered the idea...now I could get one to keep. At least for a while. So far, I loved Detroit!
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