"Here ya go, Drew. Right in the center of town. " Gary looked at the handsome young man and smiled. He patted him on the thigh. "That was the most fun hitch I've ever had. Hope you find what you're looking for." He held out his hand and Drew shook it. He was trying not to tear up. He had been hitching rides with truckers for the last two weeks, trying to get as far away from Vick as he could. Deep inside of him, he knew Vick would find him, but he would try as best as he could to avoid going back to being Vick's kept boy.
"Gary, you're a prince. I wonder...you were so good to me and even brought me here -- and I don't believe the gayest city in the state was on your route by the way. " Drew looked out the window. He didn't know this town at all, but after a while, they all looked the same. "Is there somewhere, maybe, that I can give you one for the road?" Gary chuckled. "That's a really fine offer, Drew because, DAMN, I've had a lot of hitchers suck me off but you, young man, you are just leagues ahead of the others." He squirmed a little. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on your offer, but I'll be getting home to Wanda tonight and, well, she fancies herself the Queen of Oral Sex and..." he blushed. When Gary blushed it made him look even more like a gentle giant than he was. "So, tell you what, Drewski. How's about you keep me in mind the next time you need to take a trip across some territory and, well, we'll see if we can make it work." Drew smiled. He doubted they'd see each other again, but he answered "It's a deal, bud. Listen, how about just a hug?" "I think I can handle that, shorty." "Shorty" was Drew's nickname, since he had played shortstop years ago, and before he took off trying to get away from Vick, he had coached high school baseball. Gary was strong: he squeezed Drew hard, and Drew could feel that the man was getting an erection. He didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he was even though Drew was, well, horny himself.
"Listen up, junior. There ain't much in this town for gay guys, but there's a bar a block away. There's a cheap hotel five or six blocks from here. Tell Cora that Gary sent ya', she may give you a cut in the rate. One more thing..." Drew had told Gary SOME of his story, including the fact that he was blocked from all of his funds -- the only money he had was what he carried with him. Gary pulled out his wallet and withdrew five 20s. "It ain't much, but it's about what I can get away with without Wanda wondering where the hell HER money is." Drew looked at it. Gary had been a perfect gentleman. He had driven Drew well over 500 miles, spotted him meals, gave up the back of the truck for him to sleep when they couldn't get a room, and all he had taken from Drew was two blow jobs. Wasn't that worth way more than 100 bucks?
"Take it, Drew. You'll find what you're looking for. Or you can put it aside for bringing Dana to wherever you settle down." Hearing Dana's name sent a pang of sadness through Drew's body. Dana was the reason he had run out on a man who had been an absolute prince, until he found out about Drew and Dana.
Drew pushed the thought out of his head and looked at the money again. "I SWEAR Gary, I don't want to take it but..." "You gotta eat, Drew. You gotta keep fit. Make it up to me next time." Drew began to choke up. He had to get out of the car before he was bawling. Gary wasn't finished though. He pointed to the silver pendant ending in the small baseball around Drew's neck. "Drew, any man who gave you something like that, well, I mean..." he shrugged his shoulders. "I shouldn't talk. I fuck Wanda and I get blown by guys like you, but...you coulda sold that any where along the line. You feel something for him. He's probably worried. Worried and angry."
"I know, Gary. I gotta figure it all out. Let me get moving." He looked at his watch. "Bar'll probably begin filling up soon and, well, " he laughed. "Brush my teeth and get back to work."
"You take care of yourself, Drew." Gary began to tear up himself. He knew what would happen if he brought Drew home with him. Wanda would show her false cordiality, and she'd make life absolute hell for -- as she's call him "your butt boy." "Get the hell out of here, Gary," he told himself, before he blared the horn, waved to Drew, and took off.
Drew was right: they had gotten there just about the time the bar began to get busy. Three or four guys -- two of them a couple -- had checked him out on their way. "We sleep anyway we can," Drew laughed. "Maybe someone's interested in a hairy, dusty ex-jock who bottoms."
Drew had gotten to the bar before it got too crowded, so he took a seat at the bar itself. Bartender came over and smiled. "You're not from here. Visiting?" Drew smiled. "I think drifting might be the best word to describe what I'm doing."
"More like running away," the bartender thought to himself. Clarence was 57, and he had seen every type come through the bar. This boy -he had the look. He didn't search around as if someone had followed him, so he was far away from wherever he had run from. But he had a look that was part scared, but hungry, and part horny. How many of those had Clarence seen? Too many to count. How many had he seen that were this handsome? None. "What can I get you..."
"Drew. Can we leave it at one name?" Clarence grinned. "You can leave it at one letter, don't matter to me. You hungry Drew?" Drew smiled. "I could eat." Clarence smiled and turned away. When he came back, he had a burger and fries in his hand. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so I hope you like medium rare. And this is on me, Drew. Think of my contribution to drifters who can't bullshit me." Drew blushed. "I'm obliged, Clarence. I'm not really bullshitting you though. I'm just telling you the parts I wanna tell."
"Fries are better than the burger." He looked at the ball around Drew's neck. "You play ball?"
"I used to. Haven't in a while."
"Not much other than pick-up games here, but the bar sponsors a team. If you stick around, join us. We suck."
"So do I" Drew thought. Then he drifted to when he did more than suck. When he WAS Vick's boy.
Vick had gotten him out of a bad situation. Drew had been working at a very weird brothel that was operated by a bunch of defrocked priests who refused to acknowledge their status. Drew was a very popular "offering" at the brothel when he could get out and take care of clients. One of the oldest "brothers" had taken a shine to him, and most nights, he kept Drew to himself, trying to get his soft cock into Drew's ass, kissing Drew with a mouth that needed more than toothbrushing, and generally making sex unpleasant. Drew liked sex -- he LOVED sex. Yes, his oral techniques were talked about by any john who was lucky enough to get one. He wasn't as fond of anal sex, but if a client paid, he put out. Vick had heard about the brothel, and about Drew. He had started visiting when he was in town, asking if Drew was available and not staying if he wasn't. Vick had a deserved reputation for being very wealthy, and the other brothers seethed when they lost the revenue Vic would bring to them for a night with Drew, because Brother Pete wouldn't give him up. They drew up a complicated scheme one night when Vick showed up and sent him to Drew's room. He smiled when he saw Drew.
"Hello. I'm Vick. I've been trying to get a night with you for months." Drew smiled. He began to unbutton his shirt. "Let me make it worth your while." Vick smiled. "You wanna do that? Then stop unbuttoning your shirt. I want to do that. In fact, I want you to leave me completely in charge, Drew. It's not my first rodeo. And there's gonna be some riding tonight." He put Drew's hand on his hard cock. "We understand each other?"
"Yes, SIR" Drew answered, just before Vick growled, pushed him back on the bed, and shoved his tongue down Drew's throat. He moaned as he took control of Drew's mouth. He pinned one of Drew's wrists to the bed as he began opening his shirt.
"Too baggy for a boy with such a good body. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" He bit one ofDrew's nipples gently and Drew moaned. Brother Pete had lost most of his teeth, which might have been fun if he sucked off Drew, but he didn't and getting a very small cock into your mouth is much harder than you might think.
Vick worked Drew's body methodically, chewing his ears, kissing his cheeks and nose, working his nipples, and eventually opening the button on Drew's jeans.
"This would be WAY more fun if I tied you to the bed, you know," Vick laughed. Drew, excited by what was happening, answered "I agree. I think there are neckties in the closet."
"Next time, stud. For now, I don't think I can hold things back anymore. Let's get those pants off.
"It's been a while since I had a dick in me, Sir" Drew whispered, and Vick smiled. "Well, get used to it, because I intend to come back. I'll be gentle tonight. " Whether he was is debatable. What wasn't debatable was how sore he left Drew. How sore, and how happy.
"You know I'm really a superb cocksucker," Drew mentioned when they were finished.
"Well, next time if I'm not so eager, I'll take you up on that. Now I know it's not traditional in these situations, but ...I'd like a goodnight kiss. Even with those cock sucking lips." Drew laughed. "I haven't sucked today, Sir. " He had a feeling Vick liked being called Sir, and one of Drew's fantasies had always been to be one of those manservants in the old "sword and sandal" movies. Vick put his hands on Drew's ribs at the end of the kiss, and Drew bolted. "I'm ticklish, Sir." Vick smiled broadly. "You shouldn't have told me that, stud. You like to suck cock; I like to tickle. Next time's gonna be even more fun." He moved toward the door and as he got there, he put a hand on Drew's shoulder, and took five hundred dollars out of his pocket.
"Sir, didn't they charge you when you came in?"
"They did. This is for you. Put it aside. You won't be doing this forever." He was right. First, Vick started visiting whenever he was in town -- he was very busy and would sometimes be away for three weeks at a time or more. He made some kind of deal with the "house," and whenever he came over, Drew was "available," much to the chagrin of the other "boys," who had gotten word of Vick's generosity. Vick brought over his own restraints and now he almost always tied Drew down to the bed or wherever they were having sex. Vick DID enjoy being called "Sir," and sometimes, Drew would tease him by not saying it. Vick would retaliate, either by edging Drew for a long period or, even worse, tickling him. His shrieks were so loud that Vick started gagging Drew during their sex. After one night of particularly vigorous sex, Vick smiled. "You think they'd let me take you out on a real date, Drew?" Drew didn't know. "I've never seen it happen, Sir."
"Well, that's what they said before someone walked on the moon. I'll make it happen. He did. He arrived at the house, and Drew was waiting in the sitting room. Vick had sent guidelines for how Drew needed to dress, and he was in dress pants, a fine white shirt, and a blazer. "My jock boy," Vick joked. He had found out about how Drew used to play baseball.
That was the night Vick put the silver baseball chain around Drew's neck. "In my mind, this makes you mine. And I wanted it to be something you'd respect. So.." he leaned down and whispered into Drew's ear. "If I tried to get you out of the house, to live with me, would you want to do it." Drew looked at the pendant and then at Vick "Yes, Sir."
It hadn't been easy, but Vick did it, and one night, 50 grand poorer, he was driving back to his mansion with a bound and gagged Drew lying on the backseat. "Think I've fucked you hard before, jockboy? Wait until tonight."
There was no question that Vick was in charge and that suited Drew just fine. He had always known he preferred "the bottom bunk," but Vick was drawing out a part of him he didn't know was there: a strong streak of submissiveness. When they met Vick's friends, Vick would introduce Drew as "My sub." At first, it bothered Drew but then he realized that, yes, that's what he had become. He did anything Vick asked, and he was in bliss.
That was until Vick had gotten him a job to keep him occupied. The local high school needed a baseball coach, and Vick, as a major donor, had "suggested" they hire Drew. Drew went to work every day, he went to games, making sure that he did one thing: Vick insisted that he always wear the baseball chain -- which was no problem -- and to wear his baseball cap backwards. When Drew learned it was a fairly common way to let people know that the wearer sucked dick and took cock up his ass, he objected. One thorough fucking and edging session with Vick took care of that objection. Sometimes, Vick would show up at practices or games, and drag Drew to some secluded place for a quick blowjob or fuck. Everyone knew what was going on, but Drew did his job well, and there were no complaints.
"Hi, I'm Dana. Do you mind if we take the field a little early today, Coach Drew?" Drew's jaw dropped. Way back when he was in high school, he had been a true "lady's man," until he had sucked his first cock. Now, though, Dana was bringing those memories back up. She had short, dirty blond hair, what looked to be green eyes, a pale complexion, and Drew was transfixed. He began to try to hang out with Dana after practices, getting home late. Vick noticed. "You fooling around with someone, Drew?" Drew answered honestly "No, Sir." They hadn't even kissed. Vick looked at him. "I don't believe you, and if I have to torture it out of you, I will." That night he had Drew tied down on the bed and immobilized his feet. Vick almost never tickled Drew's feet, but tonight, he went at them with a fury. Drew said nothing. "Well, I have a feeling," was all Vick said. The next day, he locked Drew's cock in a chastity cage. And he began following him. That's how he found out. He said nothing: maybe Drew was just "acting out" or something. He was GREAT in bed, very submissive, and he had told Vick the truth: his blowjobs were a slice of heaven. Vick left things alone until one night, Drew asked if he could speak with him after dinner.
"Sir, I don't quite know how to say this without sounding ungrateful. And I'm not. " He halted. "I don't know where they came from, I can't explain it but...I've got the hots for a girl. Dana. The softball coach. And, Sir, I was wondering: could I maybe have a night every two weeks or so to spend with her?" Drew had never seen Vick get angry before. He was now.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCK!" He smacked Drew across the face so hard, Drew went down. He stayed down: he knew Vick could defend himself and he didn't want a fight to start. "I'M THE ONE WHO RESCUED YOU, WHO GAVE YOU THE LIFE YOU'VE GOT, AND NOW YOU WANT PUSSY? LET ME BE CLEAR, DREW: I like pussy too. I like MAN pussy. I like MAN CUNT. And YOUR man cunt is the one I like. You'll suck me. You'll take my cock. You'll do anything I want. And one thing I want is YOU STAYING AWAY FROM THAT CUNT. AND IF YOU DON'T... " He smiled. "A little donation will get her fired. You understand me?" There were tears in Drew's eyes when he answered "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I'm your sub. "
"DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE. NOW YOU GET INTO THE BEDROOM, ON THE BED FACE DOWN. I think we need to add a whipping tonight. " Drew bit his lip as he took twenty lashes, but his cock got harder in the cage.
He tried his best to keep away from Dana, but she felt the same way he did. Once, they snuck away to make out. She grabbed his dick. "DREW! He put you in chastity?" Drew blushed. "Yeah. He wants to make sure that I know I'm his." Dana took a breath. "I figured he was fucking you, that's what Vick does. He fucks jock types. But...this?"
"Dana, I asked if we could see each other occasionally. I got a very definitive no." She began to cry. "I don't know if I can live like that, Drew." She walked away. A bit later, Drew said to himself "Neither do I." And that's when things were set in motion for Drew's "escape" from Vick. He regretted it deeply, but he did it. That's what brought him into the bar.
And it's what was about to bring him in contact with Mario.