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Later that day, Mark went to work and left me all alone in the house. I rattled around, keeping myself busy, but not without a little anxiety. I was a bit on edge because I never knew when to expect a visit from the milkman. He would definitely not give me the courtesy to call ahead and let me know that he was coming over to bust his nut.
Don't get me wrong, I was looking forward to seeing the milkman again. When that seven foot tall monster was having his way with me, the world ceased to exist. It was as if a deity had come to Earth and chosen, of all his subjects, me to do his egocentric bidding. When he was penetrating me with his fat dick, I really did feel like I was being owned fully and completely by a lustful god. He could make me feel like his was the superseding will in the universe. I liked being fucked by Daddy too, but it wasn't the same thing. He was still a human. The disobedience I had shown Mark that morning would never have happened with the milkman. Saying no to him wouldn't have even occurred to me as an option.
Anyway, that afternoon was difficult because I kept half expecting to turn around and see his massive form filling a doorway. Eventually though, I fell asleep on the couch with a movie playing on the TV.
An indefinite amount of time later, I was torn reluctantly out of a dream, and I was slow to regain total consciousness. When I did, I realized that I was face down on the floor, and someone was handcuffing my hands behind my back.
"Wake up, boy," the milkman was saying.
"Are you gonna fuck me, sir?" I asked groggily.
"I'm taking you for a little ride."
He yanked me to my feet and shoved me towards the door. Being held down, fucked, and forcefully injected with a man's bodily fluids in my own house was one thing. But now I was being kidnapped. I was being taken off my turf, and that was much scarier.
He escorted me outside and up to the back of his milk delivery truck, which was parked in the driveway. He pushed me inside and made me sit down in the back next to the empty milk crates. Then he pulled down the garage style sliding door and I heard him latch it shut from the outside. I sat there in the back of the dark truck, trying desperately to maintain my composure. I told myself not to be afraid, that the milkman wouldn't hurt me... much. Of course, I didn't even know that much to be true.
A few seconds after the darkness of the truck closed in around me, my captor got in the driver's seat and started the ignition. The cab of the truck was open to the rear area, so I could see his right arm handling the gearshift as he backed out of the driveway and drove me away from my life.
We had been driving for about twenty minutes before I was able to work up the courage to ask him where he was taking me. Then, once I'd asked, I immediately regretted it. I was terrified of what the answer might be. But all the milkman said was, "Tonight you will be put to the test. If you do well, you will be bestowed with the highest honor a worthless boy cunt could ever hope for." I wanted to ask more, but thought better of it. If he wanted me to know, he would tell me.
He drove for over an hour, and I had no idea where we were or where we were going. By the time he pulled the truck to a halt, the sun had gone down and I could barely see anything around me. He opened the back, gripped me by my hair and yanked me out of the truck and onto the gravel parking lot. I wasn't able to look around that much, but I did see a lot of big rigs parked all around. A wave of fear and excitement crashed over me. What were we doing at a truck stop?
The milkman led me around behind a building to the dumpsters in the back. There were four men back there already with a young girl. The girl was on her knees being sodomized in her mouth by one of the men while the others stood around drinking beer, smoking, and talking amongst themselves. The men all glanced over at us and the milkman briefly acknowledged them. They turned their attention back to their slut and their beer as my own master pulled from his pocket a chain leash and a metal studded collar. Like a good boy, I stood very still as he buckled the leather collar around my neck, attached the leash to a metal loop on a dumpster and the other end to the ring on my collar. The collar didn't lock but he knew I wouldn't be able to escape because my hands were still cuffed behind my back. Then he pulled a black marker out of his pocket, popped the top off, and began writing something on my forehead.
When he was done, he put the marker back in his pocket and said, "who's my little slut?"
"I am," I answered meekly.
"Goddamn right you are," he said. "Now you do exactly as you're told, but don't you forget who you belong to."
I nodded my understanding. I expected the milkman to whip out his enormous cock and show the group of men nearby how a whore is supposed be fucked, but he didn't.
"I'll be back for you in the morning," he said, and walked away. I huddled down against the side of the dumpster and curled up, frightened and alone. I listened to the girl squeal and moan as her assailants took turns punishing her mouth with their cocks. Scared as I was, I couldn't help getting horny. I began to wish those men would relieve their needs on me too. Not too long after that, one of the men sauntered over to me, his dick sticking out of his jeans, dripping with the girl's saliva and I perked up, thinking I might get to suck him off. He was younger than I usually preferred- probably about 35- but he had a confident swagger, a shaved head and a lot of tattoos. I wanted to milk him dry.
"You wanna suck my cock?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied.
His friends were watching intently as he inched towards me and I opened wide to accommodate him. Then, just as I was about to close my lips around his beefy hardon, he pulled away and laid a hard slap on my cheek.
"Get the fuck away from me, faggot!" he shouted. His friends burst out laughing. "God, this fudgepacker was actually about to suck my dick!"
He walked proudly back over to his group and was welcomed by high-fives. He grabbed the girl, who also seemed amused by his antics, and buried his meat in her unexpecting throat. This was a show he was putting on to further humiliate me. As he savagely fucked the shit out of her face, he shouted at me, "this is one cock you'll never get to suck, stupid queer!"
Then he pulled out and blew a big sticky wad into her face and hair. The girl closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips as the man glazed her with his spunk. When he was done, the other three men followed suit, each one loading more and more cream onto her closed-up face. It was obvious that she was completely repulsed by what the men were doing to her, and it seemed like such a waste. Not twenty feet away was a boy who would have savored every last drop.
The girl picked up a towel and began cleaning herself up and the tattooed trucker who had taunted me pulled some money out of his pocket. Once he had counted out the right number of bills he said, "Girl, one of these days I'm gonna make you swallow my fucking cum."
"I don't do that," she replied with a bitchy tone and grabbed the cash out of his hand. The men put their cocks back in their pants and idled a little while longer to finish the twelve back of bud light they had split. The hooker pulled on her short dress, her fishnet stockings and her thigh-high boots and left without another word. As she strutted away she tried to compose as much dignity as she could muster, but it was not hard to see that she had just been done to her. Her disheveled hair, the dried cum turning white and crusty on her face, the mascara running down her cheeks; these things left little to be imagined about what had just happened to her.
The men dispersed shortly afterwards, leaving me all alone. For a long time, not much happened. Every now and then someone would walk by, look at me, and sneer. Sometimes they would make a rude comment and I would feel even more exposed and humiliated.
It wasn't until later that night that things started to happen to me. It was probably around 1:00 that I heard the footsteps getting nearer. A man rounded the corner and headed straight for me. By the way he was walking, I could tell he was drunk. All I could make out was his dark silhouette, but as he got closer he stepped into the flood of the light and I saw that it was the bald tattooed man who had almost put his dick in me earlier.
"You still want this cock, boy?" he slurred.
I sat up and nodded.
"You think you can suck me off better than that whore we had?"
"I... I don't know sir," I said, "I would try really really hard." Then I added, "and I would swallow your load too. Every drop."
"That's what I wanted to fucking hear," said the man, and he dropped his pants. His limp, drunken prick dangled in front of me. I assumed the proper subservient position for being made someone's bitch and got on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and inhaled deeply the acrid, manly aroma of his crotch, then I took his fleshy organ into my mouth and began to blow him. He held onto my hair and gently bounced my head and he closed his eyes, probably imagining I was a girl instead of a boy. I didn't care that he wouldn't look at me while I felated him, I just cared about satisfying this man's needs and getting a little cum in the process. The problem was that his cock remained soft, and after a minute or two, the man began to get frustrated. It was probably mostly because of his intoxication, but he took it out on me anyway.
He began to get rougher with me. He was tightly gripping a handful of my hair in each fist and he started jerking my head back and forth harder and harder. I let out soft little moans because his tugs on my hair were hurting me. I felt a little movement in his dick, and I knew right away that he enjoyed my pitiful whimpering. It escalated from there. He pulled my head out of his crotch and looked down at me.
"You said you were gonna give me a good blowjob you stupid whore," he said angrily.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll try harder," I pleaded up at him. I was scared of his anger but also excited.
"Oh you're sorry?" he said, and I nodded anxiously. He hit me with an open palm on my face and I yelped and he said, "You'd better suck my dick right or I'll really make you sorry."
He spit on me, and it spattered all across my face and I could smell the cheap beer in it.
"You hear me?" he shouted.
"Yes!" I answered frightenedly. "I'll suck your cock right, I swear! Just please don't hit me again."
He smacked me again on the other side of my face just for fun. He chuckled to himself, then put my mouth back onto his cock, which I was not surprised to find was pretty rigid. The abuse turned him on and I had a feeling that no matter how well I performed for him, he'd find reasons to hurt me more.
"I wouldn't have to hurt you if you'd just suck my cock like you're supposed to," he lectured me as I slid my lips up and down his shaft. I was sucking as hard and fast as I could.
"Use your fucking hands you dumb bitch," he said with obvious annoyance, as if I was supposed to anticipate what he wanted.
I did what I was told and wrapped both hands around his erection and jerked him off while I sucked on the head.
"Faster," he demanded. I was already going as fast as I could and was getting tired. "I said fucking faster!" he roared. When I couldn't oblige, he became furious.
"I'm sick of your shit," he said. Then he shoved me hard against the dumpster and grabbed himself a handful of my hair. He slapped me like a pimp slaps his disobedient whore, and I cried out.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, and inserted his swollen cock into my mouth, which was well lubricated with saliva and precum. He thrust it into me as far as it would go and I gagged as it stretched out my throat. He held onto a couple of handles on the dumpster for leverage and began fucking my skull. My stomach was heaving from the gag reflex his throat probing was inducing, and sometimes a bit of my stomach contents would find its way up. My eyes were watering heavily from all the gagging and I could barely breath. I tried screaming but all that escaped me was a muffled, gurgly moan. The man's powerful tool kept me in in a state of perfect surrender.
My assailant didn't seem to care about my ordeal. In fact, he rather enjoyed my failed attempts to protest his dominance. He kept right on ravaging my oral cavity and now that his organ was hard, he loved every second of it. He was groaning loudly in his ecstasy and making a huge commotion- as if to let every horny man out there in the night know about the free meat.
"You see what happens when you don't listen?" he grunted. He stopped his vicious assault for a moment while we both caught our breath. Desperate not to further enrage him, I licked and sucked on his male parts.
"Yeah, you're sorry now, aren't you?"
I looked up at him innocently and nodded yes.
"I know you are. But I'm gonna make you even sorrier before I'm done with you. I'm going to make you into a little cum dumpster."
He looked down on me with a cold, hateful glare and I looked back at him terrified, broken, and one hundred percent at his disposal.
"Ok little bitch," he said, "it's time to take this fat dick down your throat again," and guided his girthy sword back into its snugly fitted sheath.
He began round two of his merciless siege on my throat. His whole body was tight and flexed as he pumped his meat in and out of me. My vision was blurry from the tears but I could make out his evil, open-mouth grin that showed all his yellowish teeth. I was not unfamiliar with that look, as it usually meant I was going to have a mouthful of someone's baby batter very soon. He slammed his hips into my face with such ferocity that my whole head was being driven into the unforgiving metal of the dumpster and it was really beginning to get sore. His heavy balls, which were soaking wet from all my drool, were slapping my chin like a sack of potatoes.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" he blurted. He took tight grasp of my head and began pulling it up and down on his climaxing cock. Little spluttering squeals escaped me with every bounce that he impaled me on his shaft. He let out a long sustained groan as he climbed up to his sexual apex and plunged over the other side. He stopped bouncing me and pulled my head to his body so that my face was mashed against his stomach and the entire length of his dick was buried in me. His cock began pulsing as he injected his genetic material straight into my esophagus, completely bypassing the option of spitting his cum out- as if I would ever dream of committing such a crime against nature.
A man who can dominate me so totally should be savored, and that's what I did. I enjoyed every second that he chose to use me, I enjoyed every inch of his fleshy organ, I enjoyed every droplet of his semen as it slid down my battered throat. The man breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and pulled out a bit so that I could nurse like a baby on the head of his cock. With his eyes closed he stroked my hair like a pet and cooed softly to me.
"Mmm, yeah," he whispered, on the verge of sleep already, "that's a good boy."
I felt so dirty and used up, like this man had taken everything from me and kept it for himself. But then, I felt that way every time a man emptied the contents of his balls in me. Once I had sucked him dry he was done with me, and he pulled his pants back on. He slapped me lightly on the cheek a few times to say goodbye, then he stumbled around the corner and back to his semi truck. As I watched him leave, I wondered if he'd even remember what he had done to me in the morning.