Age 18 - Summer 1973

A cross country trip from New England to Texas

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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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I had just decided two days earlier to head for Texas to try to talk my girlfriend into coming back home. I left with $180 and a backpack with a few necessities. At the last minute a friend of mine and my closest brother, found me and told me how he was headed for Virginia with his buddy the next day. They had been on leave from the Navy and were headed back to service. I figured it would make the first leg of my journey very easy and accepted.

First thing in the morning Dave and his buddy John came by and picked me up and we were on our way. I knew Dave first as my brothers’ friend and then he became mine after some perverse meetings years earlier when my brother and I had played around and experimented with sex. After messing around with me for many months, Dave was invited into the mix by my brother and I had wound up over the next couple of years giving him at least a couple dozen blowjobs and he even got to fuck me a few times. We had drifted apart and my services sort of just stopped, but we remained casual friends.

After being on the road for several hours the topic of sex came up and Dave told me how on his last leave he had gone to John’s hometown and had a wild time with him. John and he had gotten blowjobs from one of his old friends. I’m not sure who was more horrified by this, John getting brought out or me, wondering if he was going where I thought he might be headed. It was the latter. He said how we’d been on the road a long time and that we ought to take a break, looking back at me and giving me a look that only I would recognize. That’s when Dave came out and mentioned how I had been his little buddy more than once. I thought John broke his neck with the speed he turned his head to look at me. I got flushed and tried to deny it, to no avail.

It had been a very long six months since I got out of the county jail for pot possession (Jail Bait) and other than one wild party my old cell mate Paul had me entertain at when he got out four months ago, I’d been celibate; at least with guys. I had been too hooked on the girl I was going to see in Texas to think about walking on the wild side. Now I suddenly had two very horny guys in the front seat trying to talk me into their pants. I kept saying that was in the past and the begging began. They tried making me feel bad about getting a totally free ride and that this would be a very cheap way to say thanks. We had a couple of hundred miles to go before I got off and headed west on my own. I finally said I would think about it if they would just leave me alone for a while. And thinking I did.

I hadn’t paid much attention to what might happen on this hitch across country; I was too busy thinking about my girl. I hitched rides all the time, but rarely put out on the many propositions I was offered because it was too close to home and I lived in a very small town with a lot of family nearby. Hitching when you looked like me invited guys, and some girls, to get horny. I was of slight build and had long dark flowing hair to my shoulders. I started thinking that being so far from home that maybe I should have some fun and pay for at least a couple of the better rides I would get. So, since I already had been intimate with Dave, what the hell is one more?

I blurted out loud, which took me by surprise, “Where would we do it anyway, its broad daylight.” Dave looked so surprised as he looked in the mirror at me and John turned around and just said, “Alright, party time.” I didn’t realize till the words came out that I was letting them know I was accepting. Ideas started flying and I didn’t feel safe with any of them. I demanded that I didn’t want to get caught. We finally pulled over to a truck stop to talk about it and to get a drink. John wanted to get done right there in the backseat. That wasn’t going to happen. But then we noticed we were backed up to a wooded area and there were big rigs parked all around us. Dave suggested we just stroll into the wooded area to stretch our legs and if no one followed, do it right there. I thought, ‘safe as anything mentioned so far’. So off we strolled! I followed them to get a better look at John. He seemed like a good enough guy. He was definitely horny.

When we were sure we weren’t noticed I asked, “Okay, so how are we going to do this.” John just unzipped his pants and said to get on my knees and he’d show me. I thought, what the hell, I had told them quickies only. I went to John, knelt down and got so excited looking face to face with the first cock other than mine I had seen in four months. I took it into my mouth and savored the taste as he decided he needed to push his pants down to free his balls as well. That’s when Dave piped in that he forgot how quick I would get to work when told to. He asked if I still swallowed. I looked up at the young guy in my mouth and thought he looked nice enough, so I shrugged my shoulders. John went nuts when he heard and saw that; he started pumping hard and fast at me. He was barely keeping his prick in my mouth; he seemed to like working the head in and out around the tightness of my lips. That was perfectly okay with me because it made it easier to taste his pre cum. Then, that familiar grab for my head that guys would do when they knew they were going to force feed me their loads happened. I went limp in his hands so he could get me the way he wanted me and in came his cock, much deeper and harder. After several deep thrusts he held it to the back of my throat and held still as he shot his first load of sperm into my mouth. Then one new thrust and I felt several more spurts. As he held me still and finished draining himself into me he whispered, “Thanks man, I needed that all fucking weekend.” I swallowed it all and slurped my way off his softening prick, looked towards Dave and said, “I guess it’s your turn.”

In a flash Dave stood in front of me dropping his pants as he had so many times before. I’ll never forget that first time I saw his cock in my face; I was 13 and just hit puberty. We had been in my attic having a sleepover and I got very badly conned while playing a game of strip spin-the-bottle. He was the first one I lost to. Now he was much larger, but still just as rigid as he had always been. I instantly remembered just how much I liked getting taken by the guy in front of me when he was 16 and 17 years old. This was one of the guys that invented my version of the modern day booty call, the BJ call. As I groped his cock, I bent it down away from his body to suck it. Man, he was fucking hard. And he remembered all the little things that got me going. He handled my head and my mouth expertly and got the most benefit he could. He was getting both of us worked up like crazy by talking about some of times we had gotten together years ago. He knew I somewhat liked to be gagged and kept pushing deep until he would get me to choke and gag just a little and pull back. When my eyes teared up from the gagging, he knew I was having fun. Again I let my head go limp in his hands so he could do with my mouth as he wished, and man I had forgotten how well he could encourage a great blowjob out of me. Then he started doing the one thing that I’d always wished he had finished teaching me, how to take a guys cock down my throat. I realized what he was trying to do and had to sit up on my knees as high as I could possibly go so he would have access to my throat. He didn’t know at the time, but I had been taught to deep throat in jail. It still wasn’t an easy thing for me to do, nor one I would let just any guy even try to do to me. But Dave was very patient with me, yet just assertive enough to get me to try my best.

As he held my head way back he started pushing his extremely rigid cock to the back of my throat. He repeated this act several times, each time pushing just a little harder, and going slow enough to let me get a good amount of air between strokes. Then with his hand on my forehead holding my head back, he asked, “Ready?” I murmured my acceptance of his efforts and he pushed the head of his cock just past the point that would normally stop a cock from going any further. He held still as I choked and then he let me have a breath, and asked if I wanted it again. Again I somehow got him to understand the answer was yes. Back in he went and pushed back to the same spot, then coaxed just a bit more into me. Again he withdrew and saw I was still his willing victim. So back he went to work on my throat and this time got more of himself into me than ever before. But this time instead of withdrawing all the way, he humped it back and forth in short, fast strokes while still in my throat to pleasure himself. Then he withdrew and asked if I could still take it. I opened my mouth wide to indicate yes and grabbed him by the ass to pull him into my mouth to keep him going. I gagged this time as he got it into my throat but I held tight to his ass so he wouldn’t withdraw. And again he started with the short strokes and was even getting himself deeper into me. Now he was fucking me in a way that had never been done before and I loved it the way he was doing it.

About the fourth time I got nervous and choked more from fear than anything. He pulled out and asked if I was okay and I got frustrated with his politeness, then quickly hurried the words out of my mouth, “Just fuck me, feed me.” And again as he fed me his cock I grabbed his ass and helped pull him into me; now he was on a mission. He was going to feed me while his cock was buried as far as it could possibly go. Now he was spending much more time in my throat humping himself off before he would let me breathe. I couldn’t wait for the feel of his cock to go back down my throat and I was finding out that I absolutely loved the feeling of him humping my throat this way. And then I got my reward. One last time he fucked my throat and then held still, and I could feel his warmth going down my insides while tears ran from my eyes fluently as I struggled to hold my breath so he could take his time and finish himself off. As he withdrew from my mouth I begged for one last fucking motion and he complied to my delight. Feeling him softening in my throat was so wild. Finally, I got to find out what giving a guy a complete deep throat sucking was really like… and I loved it. At least with Dave!

Well, that job over, we were back on the road and headed south. For the next 150 miles, those guys tried everything they could to get me to give them another go at me. I finally taunted them out of their minds when I said I had to save my strength for my other rides. I would have loved to let Dave hump away at my throat again, but I was on a tight schedule and wanted to get in at least 600 miles a day. Later as I stepped from Dave’s car headed westward, I was ready to explore this big new world they had just shown me. I was going to look hard at any offer that came my way. Little did I know, I wouldn’t make my way to Texas for another month, and getting there had a very dark path to walk.

The next few rides were short, bland, and uneventful. But they got me a hundred miles closer. And then just as it was about to get dark, this kind old guy picked me up. He must have been around 55 or 60, fit, and humorous. He started out by telling me jokes that went from clean and cute, to rank and darn right nasty. I couldn’t believe he was talking to an 18 year old long hair like this. I actually was getting seduced by a guy that had been around long enough to learn what it took to get at a young’un like me, but he was so suave I didn’t know it. A while down the road he told me I looked hungry and I thought to myself, ‘here it comes’. Instead he asked me what I wanted to eat, fast food or something well cooked. I told him I was on a budget and that only allowed fast food. So he pulled off the highway and took me to a fairly fancy place to eat. He said it was on him for being such good company.

After we got back on the road was when he finally came at me. He asked me just how long I’d had an erection. My jaw dropped! I said, “Sorry, I have none, but why would you ask that?” He said it was because of the way I carried myself. He apologized if I had been embarrassed and I said I wasn’t, just a little shocked. He explained how it had been many years since he’d had straight sex and that having fun with a casual acquaintance such as myself was the only outlet he had for some time. Feeling sorry for the guy I asked him what he usually did with these casual acquaintances? He stated that it was really up to the fella before him. I figured it was late and he had pushed my sympathy button, and it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a little something for the ride. Plus, there was that really great meal, so I asked him, “And if you had your choice of anything, what would you want from me?” He glanced at me a few times as I stared at him. He said anything I had to offer to get him excited would be fine. This time I said, “Your choice, or nothing.” He said he didn’t want to risk insulting me again, but if he had to be honest, he would just like to rub me while he masturbated. I thought that his request was well within reason so I said, “If I say yes, where would you take me to do this.” He sputtered at that. Just about then I took the reins for a bit. We were passing a sign declaring a rest stop in one mile and I told him to take that ramp. Then I reached over, rubbed his crotch and asked him how long it would take him to get off while he felt me up? He said not long at all.

He took the ramp and I sent him to a dimly lit spot. I told him to back in so we could see if anyone was coming. After he shut off the car I asked him what he wanted me to do. When he hesitated I slid over to him and put his hand on my crotch. He barely touched me, so I took his hand and rubbed me harder telling him I was anything but fragile. I opened my pants for him and told him to get a good feel. His other hand was in his own crotch, but as I put mine there he moved for me. I asked him to rub me harder and to really work me over. He kept admiring my youth and vigor. I put my hand into his pants and found a pretty good stiffy myself. I pushed over on the seat away from him a little and pulled my pants down a little farther. I said, “You’re just a dirty ol’ man” and paused a few seconds. Then, “I want you to get down here and suck my cock.” I had him pegged. He looked around, then bent over me and I got nasty on him. I knew that is what he wanted. I felt quite a skilled mouth going down on me. I decided he wanted to be nasty and started telling him I expected him to suck me off till I shot my load. And when I shot my load I was going to do it in his mouth and then make him continue to suck me while I rubbed my come all over his mouth. I kept telling him he wasn’t doing well enough and that if he didn’t work it better… I’d tell mommy. He definitely liked my new game as he sucked harder and faster. I said I could tell he liked little boys and that now he had one, I was going to make him suck my come down his throat. He protested to that, but I knew the game better than he did. I simply said, “You have no choice or I will tell mommy.” He murmured an okay to me and I felt myself about to come and taunted him with it. I told him to swallow the whole load and I wasn’t about to help him. I was just going to come in his mouth and expected him to eat it all. As I started coming in his mouth I ordered him to enjoy it and to swallow. When I was done he lifted his head and I asked if he got it all and he said ‘yes’. I called him a liar, and said my cock was still messy and I wanted him to lick me clean. I pulled his head back to my crotch. He licked me very clean and again sat up.

I asked him if you would now have the memories he wanted to be able to jerk himself off well enough. When he said yes, I told him my job was done then and I opened the door. I said I’d hitch from here then so he could get started. I grabbed my pack from the back seat and he held out his hand to give me something and I saw it was a twenty. I said, “You old fucker, don’t insult me. Jerk that fucking thing off.” I thanked him for the ride and the meal, and … my memories of helping him and off I went.

It was 11:00 at night now and I figured it would be hard to get a ride. Once again I was very wrong, and was soon to find out that women are just as, if not more perverted than guys. A woman stopped for me as soon as I put out my thumb. As I went to get in the front seat I saw she had a little girl with her. I would normally jump in the backseat, but she pulled the girl towards her and said ‘hop in’ in a very friendly voice. She introduced herself to me as Nancy, and her 11 year old daughter as Teri. I said my name was Solomon and asked how far she was going. She only said westward, but said to yell when I wanted out. She had this lamp coming off the front dash that her little girl was using to look at a book. When she turned to put the book in the back seat I saw she had a dress on that rode up the side of her hip as she stretched to reach the backseat. But I saw no panties. When she sat back down the dress was bunched up to her waste and she didn’t bother to pull it down. As I glanced at her I saw the reason for not seeing any panties. She didn’t have any on. I could see her hairless little pussy in full view under the dash light. I didn’t know what to say, but I couldn’t help but take a few more peeks. The last time her mother saw me. She looked down at her daughters lap and smiled. She said “Teri, you’re teasing the poor boy.” Then she looked at me and told me to pay no attention; that her daughter was a born tease and if I wanted I could feel her a little. I was stunned. She was only 11. I said, “No thanks.” I was just in jail with two guys that were there for statutory rape of girls 15 and 16. I wasn’t going to chance an 11 year old. She asked if I was gay and I said no, I love those ‘things’, but they had to at least be legal.

She told Teri to wet herself and thankfully that didn’t mean what I thought it did. The girl who had been totally quiet since I got into the car just lifted her skirt so she too could see herself and started rubbing a couple of fingers thru her slit. She spread her legs more and started going into herself, fingering herself rather well. Then her mom told her to give me a taste. With that she took her fingers out from between her lips and held them under my nose. I started protesting but Teri stuck her fingers to my lips and pushed them in. She said her first words ‘taste me’. Obviously, she had done this before. So I ran my lips over her fingers and tasted her musky flavor. They tasted pretty good and she moved her fingers so I would suck on one, then the other. Her Mom said to refresh them and she started fingering herself again. As I watched the highly perverse site I got very thrilled and disgusted with myself at the same time.

She worked herself a little harder this time and came back to my lips with even wetter fingers, and put one in my mouth at a time. Her fingers were so tiny. I figured I wasn’t really touching her and her fingers tasted so damn good, I was going to enjoy her taste. She did this a couple more times and I did enjoy her flavor. But then she grabbed my hand and quickly pulled it to her soft and very wet little mound, and rubbed my fingers into her. I pulled away and said, “I’m sorry, but you’re only 11.” But now that my fingers were wet, I had to smell and taste them. I told her mom that it would be better if I just got out. She said that she knew I was gay and that she’d drop me off at the next exit. Her mom said she could put her panties back on now. She pulled them from beside her and slipped them over her legs, then pushed way back against the seat which exposed her to me as she pulled them up. As soon as she stopped I grabbed my pack and bailed. These girls were too scary even for me.

It was too dark to set up a place to camp, so I stayed under a light on the ramp to thumb. After a good half hour this guy in a van passed me by a long shot, stopped for a minute as if he was thinking about whether or not to give me a ride. Then he slowly backed up to me and I jumped in. This was the guy that parents warned their kids about. He wanted to talk like crazy and know all about me, and I was happy to do so. I realized he seemed fixed on a very bad subject; who was going to know if I went missing. Lights, bells, and whistles all went off in my head. But then he apologized for his sick sense of humor and said he was just trying to freak me out to fuck with me. If I was as smart as I thought I was, I would have gotten out then.

As we drove down the road we got into it on every subject imaginable. He was a pretty nice guy. Probably about 30 and a head, had broad interests and a good sense of humor. He took out a vial and (I thought) took a couple of pills, and started putting them back in his pocket. He glanced at me and looked at the vial. He told me it was speed and said that he didn’t usually give any away, but since I was going to be on the road all night, he would break his rule and offered me a couple. He said they were bennies, truck driver speed, and since I had done them before I said okay. I took a couple and swallowed them down. In the past, just before they would come on to me I would get slightly tired, so when that happened it didn’t surprise me. We talked for a good half hour before that happened and the subject turned to sex. He wanted to know about my girlfriend and what kind of stuff we did together for fun. Then he jumped the curb a bit by asking if we ever did anything kinky. I said she was pretty straight laced; having her pussy eaten was about as kinky as she got. Then he asked how wild I had gotten and I figured he had been a pretty cool ride, so I admitted that I walked a bit on the wild side now and then, but said I wouldn’t elaborate. Just about that time I sort of went into that sleepy little trance I would go through just before the speed would kick in. I must have passed out, because when I awoke I wasn’t in the front seat anymore. I was lying down in the back of his van, listening to the noises of the tires against the road go through my head. I couldn’t remember going to the back to lie down, and I was way too out of it to be feeling the effects of speed. I started to get up to ask him what had happened and I realized that my arms felt asleep because they were under me and behind my back. As I tried to pull them in front of me I found I couldn’t and it became apparent to me that they were tied behind me and to something. I was about to say ‘what the fuck you doing?’, but thought I better get my head together before I spoke.

I just lay there wondering what was going on. It felt like we were still on the highway but I wasn’t sure. This guy didn’t seem like a psycho, except for that first crack he had made, so what was his plan. I thought that if I offered him some head that that would probably get him to let me go. I figured out my binding was actually handcuffs and that I was shackled to the base of the third seat back. I started planning just what I might have to offer this creep and wondered just what he might accept to release me. But all this required me to start talking to him. Then the van slowed and made a hard right turn. We were on a dirt road now and I thought I’d better do something fast, but couldn’t figure out what. We went about another couple of miles and made another hard right, went a couple hundred yards and came to a stop.

I was guessing this was the end of the line, so I was going to just pretend I was still passed out to see if he would give himself away somehow as to what his plans were. Another thought was if he was going to move me I might get the chance to run. He got out of the van and left. I sat up and could see we were at a mobile home. I saw the lights go on and he passed in front of the lights. I started struggling to get free, but that didn’t look promising. I looked in the darkened van to see if I could find anything to be used as a weapon. There was nothing I could find. I tried to look around to see if there were any houses in sight and I couldn’t even see any lights. I started to wonder what time it was and realized I had no idea. Then I heard the front door bang, laid back down and feigned sleep. The side door of the van opened and he felt my neck. He was feeling for my pulse. Then he said, “With a pulse like that, you have to be awake.” Thinking the jig was up I opened my eyes and sat up on my legs, and asked him, “What are you going to do with me?”

He responded that he would do with me whatever he damned well wanted. I freaked with panic, and was about to start begging and making offers when he said, “But if you’re a good boy and don’t make any trouble for me, I’ll let you go in a couple of days. I just want to have some fun.” I asked if I was nice to him and didn’t give him any trouble if he would promise not to hurt me. I guess he thought this was a good way to start things off and said if I promised to be good, he would promise not to hurt me and would let me go in two days. I quickly promised not to give him any trouble and asked what I might expect to happen during the two days. With that he asked me a series of questions; had I ever given a guy a blowjob, had I ever been fucked in my ass, or had I ever tried bondage. That last question scared the fucking hell out of me. I thought it was best to say no to everything so if any of it happened he might go easier on me.

I said I would do as he said, but I never did any of that, and added that if he was nice to me I would try my best to do as he asked. With that he said ‘prove it’ and started opening his pants right there in the driveway. I couldn’t even see his cock in the dark so I had no idea what he was sporting. He told me to suck his cock and came closer. I looked at his face and then bent towards his crotch. I told him I couldn’t reach him and he told me to try harder. I stretched my arms as far as I could and barely got close enough to feel his cock hit my face. I searched with my mouth and finally found the head of his cock, and sucked it in between my lips. I couldn’t stretch any farther to get any more of him into me, and then he pulled away and made me find it again. He did that two more times and was testing me to see what kind of effort I would make. I finally asked him to come closer so I could show him what I was willing to do for him.

Instead he pulled his pants up and reached behind me. He unlocked me from the seat, but my hands were still cuffed together. He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me towards the door and hoisted me over his shoulder. He shut the van door and turned towards the trailer as I looked around for any signs of society as I hung there in the air. He carried me inside and through to the back of the trailer. We passed what looked like a kids bedroom with toys in it, then through what I guessed was his bedroom and opened what appeared to be a sliding closet door. As he plopped me down on the floor I peered into the closet to see it had been altered. It was dark and appeared to be much deeper than would be normal. He got in front of me, grabbed under my shackled arms and started dragging me into the room. I started protesting and he reminded me of our deal. He hit on a small light and as my eyes adjusted I could see that it looked like the closet had a shed built onto it. There were two posts about two feet apart going to the ceiling with metal rings at different levels with a grate in the floor just in front of them and a mattress on the floor. There was also a piece of plywood on the floor with metal rings at each corner of it. He dragged me to the post and told me the worst thing I could do right now would be to fight him. With that he reached around me and undid the cuffs. I quickly rubbed my wrists realizing how sore they had become. He put a different kind of cuff onto two of the rings about four feet off the floor. Then he ordered me to give him my right wrist and held the cuff open. I was panicked with fear but looked at his size and knew I wouldn’t win a fight. Slowly I raised my arm and put my wrist into the cuff and he snapped it shut. He held open the other one and stared at me waiting for me to comply with his wants. And slowly I turned and backed in between the posts and raised my left arm. I had to rest on my knees to make my wrists reach the cuffs. When he didn’t grab it I looked at him and he was just holding the cuff open and waiting for me. I put my wrist in it and he closed it. Now I was totally at his mercy.

God, I thought what the hell did I do to get here, my wrists shackled to two posts and on my knees in this darkened room hidden to the public I’m sure. The guy stood in front of me and asked me his name. I realized I didn’t know it. He told me that was the third big mistake I made since I met him; the first was getting into the van of a guy I didn’t know, the second was eating pills a stranger had given me. He said, “My name as far as you are concerned is Master. You will answer all my questions ‘yes, master’ or ‘no, master’ whenever possible. The longer you take to obey a command the angrier I will get. And if you expect to be fed, you will eat your food from your dog dish”, and pushed a pet food bowl towards me. He asked if I understood and I immediately answered “Yes, master”. With that he took out a knife from his pocket and got on his knees in front of me. I didn’t dare say a word. He took the knife and put it under my tee shirt and slid it up to the neck hole until I could see the knife. Then with one swift move he pulled the knife thru my shirt and it fell open. He cut the arm holes and threw the shirt on the floor. Then he undid my pants, pushed them to my knees and went around behind me. He pulled off my shoes, socks, and then my pants. He came back around in front of me and cut my underwear off of me. He rubbed the blade gently around my balls and asked if that made me excited, and I answered “No, master”. He felt my balls and put the knife down on the floor as he played with my cock a bit. He rubbed me until I couldn’t help but get an erection. Then picking the knife up he held my stiff prick straight out and put the knife under it. He said he was going to ask me some questions and I’d better answer truthfully or off it would come. He started with, “Have you ever sucked on a cock before” again. Thinking still that I shouldn’t tell him the full truth, I answered “Yes, Master”. He said “How many times?” I answered, “Three times, master, when I was little. You know, kid stuff.” He asked, “You never tasted a mans cock before?” Now I feared the truth would get me in trouble so I answered, “No, master.” His last question was the big one, “Did you ever want to?” I said, “No, master… but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it. Please, I’ll obey you to honor our agreement.”

He stared at me a minute and I could feel the blade on the underside of my cock. He finally pulled the knife away and put it back in his pocket. He asked me if I knew why I was in this position and I said I thought I could guess. He said, “Guess!” I slowly said, “So you can make me suck on you, master.” He smiled and stood in front of me and bared his cock. It wasn’t very big and I figured that probably had something to do with his sick behavior. He came closer to me just out of reach and told me to suck it. I reached out with my lips and again he stayed back just far enough so I could only suck the head of it. Then I had an idea I thought might help me get out of this. I thought that if I made him think that after tasting his cock I fell in love with it, that maybe he would want to keep me around to service him regularly, and then I might find a way to escape. After sucking him a few moments it fell from my mouth and I had to struggle to get it back in my mouth. He asked me if I liked the taste of it, and acting as well as I had when I was about to take over the tier (Jail Bait) I didn’t answer. He asked again and I dropped my eyes to the floor as I held the tip of his cock between my lips, and slowly shrugged my shoulders. He pulled himself from my mouth and lifted my head by my chin and asked me again. I finally said, “That’s hard for me to answer, master… but look between my legs.” He stood back and saw my hardon. He grinned and told me he wanted me to tell him how I liked it. “This all scares me, but I have thought about doing this before… master.” I almost forgot that last word. And I went on, “I don’t know about the taste, but if feels pretty good in my mouth, master.” He came closer again and told me to try his balls.

As I started licking away at him I felt that the way I just answered made him happy. As he got a bit closer I sucked his balls into my mouth; first one and then the other. He moaned a bit and that made me feel safer. So I kept bathing his balls with my tongue and licked the bottom of his cock. He asked me what I was doing and I said I just wanted to feel it in my mouth again. He stared at me for an eternity and then said he wanted to wait for an audience. I wondered what he meant by that and just then he said, “Have you ever wanted to suck on a little boys cock again?” I said, “No, master, that would be wrong at my age.” Then he asked if I ever sucked on a little girls pussy before and I answered, “No, master, but as a kid I looked at a couple.” He asked if I wanted too and I said no again as that would be wrong. With that he left and went to the front of the trailer. While he was gone I could see that it was starting to get light out and I knew it was morning. When he came back he turned on a second, brighter light. He was holding a Polaroid camera and as he held it up, he told me to look scared. I thought I was! He took several pictures as he walked around me; naked and trussed to these poles. He put the pictures on the floor in front of me and as he waited for them to become developed one after the other he said I looked very pleasing to him in my restraints.

He told me that in a couple of hours that someone would be dropping off my audience and that if I cried for help or made any noise that I would never leave. I promised to be good, as per our deal. As I looked down I saw the pictures were clear now and showing me in this impossible situation. He asked if I ever thought that I would see myself like that? I said, “No, master”. I added, “Master… I have to piss”. He came over to me and kicked the heal of his shoe on the grate in the floor in front of me and picked up the pictures laying on it. He told me to go then, that was why the grate was there. He looked at me and waited. Then sounding mad he said ‘go‘. I had to go real bad by now and knew I had to do it. So I let it go and I could feel it splash onto my knees and he seemed quite turned on at my embarrassment. Then as I was about half done, he commanded in a loud voice, “Stop… now bitch.” I tried my hardest, but it seemed to take forever to control the flow. I now knew why the place smelled so bad; I obviously wasn’t the first person here in this position. He said I could finish later when my audience arrived. I didn’t dare ask who the audience would be or what they might be there to witness, and I didn’t really want to know.

Master left me there and shut off the bright light, but left on the dim one and shut the door. I got panicked; I knew I couldn’t kneel here like this for hours waiting for whomever to show up. I suddenly wanted my tormentor to come back. As I hung there trussed between these two poles, I looked around for some evidence of what might have gone on there before. I didn’t see much, but was thankful that at least I didn’t see any blood. It got real quiet and I figured because of the hour that maybe he went to sleep. I struggled against the cuffs that held me to look for any weak links, but found none. Finally, as I got less apprehensive, I felt the remnants of the drugs that got me into this place. I closed my eyes and dropped as low as my restraints would let me and fell somewhat asleep. The drugs were definitely still in me, as I passed out.

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