Werebear

Pre-show Jitters

I slowly became aware of the sound of traffic. I opened my eyes but it was dark so I couldn’t see much. I could feel movement, a slight jostling now and then, and sometimes lights would illuminate the ceiling. I was in a car, a moving car. I tried to sit up to see who was driving but I was tied up tight. I realized ai also had a gag over my mouth and couldn’t speak. I began to struggle but there was no way I could break free.

The driver heard my movement and laughed. “Go ahead and try,” he turned his head to look at me. It was the biker. “I have a lot of experience with rope. You ain’t going nowhere unless I decide you are.” We didn’t drive far. It was clear we were on a highway from the sound of passing trucks. Soon he pulled off and parked. There were a few streetlights, but it was fairly dark. He got out and joined me in the back seat, shoving my legs onto the floor to make room for himself. It seemed we were at a seldom used rest stop since the sound of traffic continued nearby, but nothing seemed to get too close to us.

“You’re mine now,” he leered. “I think I’ll call you Hot Pocket, because of that hot little hole you’re gonna give to me anytime I want.” His hand slid under my ass and his thumb groped hard, crushing my balls along the way. I jumped, much to his delight. “That’s right, boy, those balls are mine too.” He then ground his fist into them so hard I thought I was going to throw up.

As I began to recover, he pulled out a knife. He held it in front of my face, drinking in the fear in my eyes. “What should I do with this?” he asked, feigning innocence. He rubbed the flat of the blade against my face slowly. “Such a pretty face, what a shame if I should slip.” With the last word he jerked it quickly as if to cut me but pulled it away and laughed. He started to rub it against my chest and my belly, allowing the blade to catch a wrinkle of my tee shirt. “Let’s see how sharp it is.” He worked the point of the blade through the fabric then allowed the blunt side to run along my torso, slicing my shirt open from belly button to almost the neckline.

I nearly pissed my pants. “hmm…nice and sharp,” he mused, holding it in front of my face so I could see. He looked down at my sliced shirt then back at me. “Let’s try something.” He set the blade down and used both hands to rip my shirt open wide, exposing my torso. “Nice,” he growled as he ran his hands along my body. “Maybe I could slice off a nipple.” He dragged the blade across first one then the other, asking, “Do you have a preference? Which one would you like to lose first?” I began to struggle wildly but this only seemed to encourage him. “Maybe I’ll start with something simpler. He brought the sharp side of the blade down until it was in contact with my belly, then looking at me he warned, “stay still, hot pocket, we wouldn’t want any mishaps.” Then with an evil grin he began to shave my happy trail.

He started at my belly button and worked his way down to the top of my pants. Then he looked up and said, “Oh dear, what to do?” Enjoying the fear in my eyes he undid the waistband of my pants and the fly, spreading them open and pulling my underwear down until it was at the base of my cock. “Stay real still now, hot pocket, real still.” He continued to shave until he reached my underwear. “Hmm…what have we here?” He worked his hand between my jeans and the thin layer of stretched underwear that was still covering my growing bulge. “It seems you like being tied up. Maybe I need to tie your dick up. Is that what you want, a nice tight rope cage wrapped around your dick? Maybe your balls too. I could make it so tight that they would ache for days. Something to remember me by.” He continued to grope my crotch, squeezing my balls until I jumped.

He laughed. “Careful. That blade is still pretty sharp.” Removing his hand from my pants he rubbed the flat of the blade over my cock, guiding it’s point between my legs as if he were going to cut me in half. Slowly he sawed up and down with the sharp edge of the blade pressed against my jeans. If he decided to press any harder, he could easily slice a ball off. AS if he knew what I was thinking he calmly offered, “You only need one, after all. It would be so easy for me to take a piece of you home with me.” He held my gaze for a moment, drinking in the terror in my eyes.

He continued to slice at my pants, finally beginning to move the blade from side to side. “well look at that,” he said as if surprised. “There seems to be a hole in your jeans. I should take a closer look and see if it needs mending.” Then, unexpectedly, he pulled me up placing my knees on the back seat, bending me over the back so he had full access to my ass. I felt his hand groping along my crack, searching for the hole he had made in my pants. I could tell when he found it because his finger started to press hard against it, ripping the fabric further. He spent a moment probing my ass through my underwear. “MMM…nice,” he whispered, “But that hole needs to be a little bigger. Let’s see if it’s sharp.” With that I saw him pick up the blade he had placed beside me and I felt him begin to work it between my cheeks.

This time all he said was, “Are you ready?” and without waiting for a reply he caught the hole with the tip of the knife and began slicing my jeans open in the back. After sliding his hand in the opening and feeling my ass through my underwear, he muttered, “Almost there.” And without warning sliced into the last layer that stood between him and my ass. After stretching everything out he availed himself of the view, running a finger around my quivering hole. “Oh, yeah,” I heard him spit and suddenly his thumb plowed deep into me in a single move. He wrapped his remaining fingers around my balls and proceeded to find my prostate, massaging it vigorously from inside and out. It was electric.

“That’s what my little hot pocket likes, isn’t it?” If he kept this up, I was going to cum hard very soon, but again, he seemed to anticipate and withdrew his thumb. “Not yet,” he chided,” the evening is young, and I have a surprise for you later. But first, I have something for you.” I heard him undo his belt buckle and pants. “I made it myself, hope you like it.” At least this time he had warmed my hole up a little before driving his massive dick full force into my ass. It still hurt, though, and as my muffled screams began to subside, he leaned forward and said, “this is just the appetizer, there’s more to come later, and you’re gonna love it.” It didn’t take him long to go over the edge.

As I felt his hot load filling my ass, I started to notice the rankness of his scent becoming more musky. He kept his dick in my ass while he caught his breath and instead of getting softer, I could feel it getting bigger, stretching my hole even more, causing a new wave of pain to rush through my body. When he pulled out, he was jubilant. I looked at him sitting beside me and was shocked. The biker was lean and muscular, but slim and wiry, with very little body hair. The man sitting beside me now was beefy with thick muscles and a full pelt of sleek black hair stretching across his chest and down his belly. His cock was even more massive than before and protruded from a thick tangled bush that framed his enormous balls. My shock must have been obvious, because when he looked over at me, he just laughed. “Thanks for topping me off, hot pocket. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He positioned me to sit facing front on the back seat then stepped out of the car to pull his pants on. “We’ve got one more stop tonight,” he said as he sat behind the wheel and started the engine. “I’ve prepared a little show for you, first, and then, the main event.”