The Truckers Inn
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Authoritarian/CMNM/Humiliation/Urination
Well here I am driving across Nebraska on I-80, to Denver, in the middle of January, but what else should I expect but snow at this time of year. The weathermen had indicated that maybe 2 inches at the most across central Nebraska, but again, I should have known better than to trust them. It was a typical Nebraska prairie snowstorm and I am sure it had already put 2 inches down on the ground with blowing drifts starting to develop and more snow was being added. I just continued on in my 4-wheel drive Jeep and seemed to be doing okay, but it was coming down faster and faster. Starting to notice cars off the road, I knew that the road was not getting any better and the snow was coming right at me. I pulled into a reststop for a quick piss, since I wasn't sure of the next stop. As I went into the Men's room, this trucker followed me in. He struck up the conversation.
"Damn those weathermen, they sure got this one wrong."
"Ain't that the truth. Where you headed?"
"Cheyenne, but not sure how much further I am going to be able to go."
"What have you heard about the interstate going down to Denver, anything?"
"Not really, just catching guys chatting about the road getting real shitty."
"Well good luck to you"
"Right back at ya," as he finished his business and left the restroom. I finished my business and headed out and notice that the guy was really quite attractive as he got into his green colored rig. Saw him pull out and head back on to the interstate. Decided to sit in the car and listen to the weather and check it on my phone. It looked like I might not get too much further, so I started to plan where I could get off with lots of motels to choose among, since I am sure many people will do the same. Good', I thought, it looks like I might be able to make it to North Platte.' So back on the road I went and the snow just kept coming down.
As I started driving westbound, more and more vehicles were sliding off the road. This didn't look good at all. Then I saw a semi in the distant off the road, and as I got closer I realized it was my friend from the reststop. Pulling my Jeep in front of his, I got out to see if he was okay. Went up to the cab and knocked on it.
"Anyone in there?"
The door swung open and my friend said, "Well look who stopped. Are you stuck as well?"
"No, my Jeep has 4-wheel drive and I am still doing okay, but I think I am going to North Platte and find a room. Anything I can do for you?"
"Well if you don't mind, can I hitch a ride so I don't have to sleep in here the night. Not sure I can leave the engine running all night with how I slid off here and would rather be in a warm motel room."
"Hey no problem, grab what you need, lock it up and let's roll."
He wrote a note stating that he was with someone and would be back, with his phone number; in case the state police would stop to investigate. He then grabbed his phone and coat & gloves, then picked up his cooler. He came up to the Jeep, put the cooler in the backseat and jumped into the passage seat. We took off, hoping to make it North Platte.
"Damn, this is coming down harder than it was at the reststop, you think we can make it to North Platte?" was the question I asked.
"Not sure, but up the road at the next exit there is a small motel that has about 8 rooms, you might want to just go for that. It sure ain't getting any better driving in this crap."
So I decided to take his advice, which was good, because on the radio, we were starting to hear that the interstate highway was being closed down west of North Platte due to blowing snow and drifts. The exit was just about 4 miles, so as we made our way all we just did is the general chit chat thing. Finally, we pulled off the highway and there was the motel on the right. I pulled into the parking lot, which about had 7 semis parked there.
"Looks like a popular place," I said.
We got out of the Jeep and went into the small lobby. It was one of those motels with a very small diner attached to it at one end. The man behind the counter was an older man, but still good looking. He jumped into conversation mode.
"Looks like you two need a room, and you are really lucky, because that is all I have left is one room."
I looked at my friend, who by now I had learned was Shawn. "Well, Shawn, are you okay with sharing a room tonight since that looks like the only option."
"Not a problem for me if it is no problem for you. I just don't want to freeze to death. We'll take it"
I got my credit card out so we could check in and we were told that it was room 4. This motel had 8 rooms and was a bit run down, but a port in the storm was okay. All the rooms had their doors facing out, so rooms 1-4 were on the west side of the building and 5-8 was on the east side of the building. We jumped into the Jeep and pulled it up to the door right in front of room 4. As we got out, the guy in room 1 came out and asked, if we didn't mind if he pulled his rig parallel to the building; maybe to prevent bigger snow drifts occurring next to the motel. The guy was about 6'6" and a nice body. We thought it was a great idea, so he went out and got into his rig and pulled it up parallel backing towards my Jeep. Shawn helped him guide it and he stopped within inches of my Jeep, but it did make a good barrier.
I got the room unlocked and open, then went to the Jeep to get my stuff. Shawn asked if he could carry anything, and I said grab the cooler; so he carried both coolers in and I had my suitcase and a tote bag of snack stuff. Let's face it, this could be all we have to eat except what is in a vending machine if there is one. The room posed a problem from the start...this was a small motel and these rooms were fitted with one queen bed. He looked at me as I did him, and said that he could handle it if I could. That's all that was said about the one bed. The rest of the room was pretty typical, a vanity with a television on it, a small table by the window with two chairs for it and a sink outside the bathroom. Once in the room we took off our boots and Shawn got the heat up'; I opened my suitcase. He sat down in one of the chairs and said it was going to be a long night for sure.
"Maybe there will something on the TV," as I went over and turned it on. I grabbed the remote and tossed it to Shawn. "See what's on."
As he fumbled around a bit, I got some potato chips out to snack on. Shawn reached into his cooler and grabbed a beer. "You want a beer, boy?" That was interesting to be called boy, but as a faggot I always liked it.
"Sure, toss me one. What's on the tube?"
"Not much, I know it is only 4, but I think I am going to take a shower to warm up."
"Sounds like a good idea."
"After we both have taken showers, maybe the diner will be open for some grub."
He got up and started to walk to the restroom. He turned back around and said, "Man what a cheap motel, no soap or shampoo. You got any I can borrow boy?" Again with the boy, he knows my name is Russ.
"Ya, look in the side pocket in my suitcase and it should be there." As Shawn started to go into the pocket, my mind raced, but it was too late. Shawn had pulled out the butt plug that was in there as well, but he just tossed it onto the other stuff and got the body wash out.
"I know it is cold outside, but with driving big rigs, one always works up a sweat, no matter what the temperature is." As he was saying this he started to unbutton his flannel shirt. "Know I need to get some of this sweat off me." Once the shirt was off, he pulled his `wife-beater' undershirt off. There he was 6'4", shirtless. He had a big chest, with some man boobs (moobs), but they were very tight, they just stuck out there. He wasn't completely covered in hair, but his chest had a full set of nice black, plush hair all over it. He had a small beer gut, but with the chest it all seemed very well proportional...I mean manly, macho proportional. He then took off his socks. After that he unbuckled his belt and opened up his pants and let them drop. There he was now in just his boxers; which looked one size too small on him. Putting his pants on the vanity, he then walked into the bathroom with me staring at the nice bubble butt and very broad shoulders. As a faggot, I should have shot my load right there.
While he was in the shower, I quickly put the butt plug deeper in my suitcase and checked to see where the other "toys" were so they would not be as obvious. Shawn really did not shut the door all the way, so I could hear him scrubbing down and grunting and I thought even a little moaning of satisfaction. Plugging in my phone seemed important to me, due to this storm so I did, and I was able to find Shawn's recharger and started recharging his phone as well. Okay, I need to look natural when he comes out. I sat in the other chair, since Shawn had established his chair already and just turned my attention to the TV...boring as it was. The shower went off, and I heard him drying off some, then the door opened and he was still drying himself, but he was butt naked. OMG...his cock matched the body, it was semi-hard and about 6-7 inches already.
"Nothing feels better than a hot shower, and nothing gets a man's blood stirring then playing with himself while showering. Makes a man really horny, you know boy." There was that `boy' thing again. "Love working this piece of meat for sure," as he grabbed and dried his cock and balls. "You must need a shower, boy, been a long day. Go on ahead, I think I left you enough hot water boy."
"Thanks sounds good." I started to take off my sweatshirt and t-shirt, then the socks and then the pants. My cock was semi-hard at this point, so I hope Shawn would not notice. I started walking towards the bathroom when Shawn blurted out, "There's really not enough room in there to strip, just take you briefs off out here, boy."
"That's okay".
"No, boy, I said, take them off now."
With the sound of a command, this faggot pulled his briefs down, with my ass facing Shawn. I figured I would rather him see my ass then my semi-hard cock at that moment. I quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door. Turned on the water and stepped into the tub...damn it did feel so good. I was in there for about 5 minutes and finished up just about the time the hot water was running out. I grabbed a towel and started to dry myself off. I still had a semi-hard cock...well more than semi-hard now, so I wrapped the towel around me and opened the door, trying to keep my boner from showing. I felt so inferior next to Shawn I really didn't want him to see me naked. Okay I am 5'10" and 180 lbs. with a decent build and to most guys I am above average, but next to Shawn, I feel like a faggot twink. My cock was maybe 6" when hard. When I stepped outside the bathroom, I was so surprised to see Shawn still naked, sitting in his chair. He legs were apart and he had a full erection.
"Now boy, that towel is coming off right now." I dropped the towel with my almost hard cock showing. "Now come over here boy so we can talk," as he patted his left thigh, like I was supposed to sit there. "Right here boy." As I sat down on his thigh, he put his arm around me to secure me. That is when I noticed on the table, stuff from suitcase...the dildo...the butt plug...the lube...the cock cage...and the collar & leash.
"Now boy, it is clear you're a faggot, which I can't believe how lucky I got with you. As long as we are here, you are going to refer to me as either Sir' or Master', understand?" I nodded. "Now before we go over to the diner, this cock cage needs to be put on, so stand up as I put it on, boy"
As I started to stand, Shawn smacked my boner with his hand really hard. I did a little yelp, followed by "thank you Sir." He then proceeded to put the tube on my cock, which had already been lubed. Having problems due to my erection, he kept smacking it until it started to go down. Then once the tube was in place, he told me to hold it. He then put the ring, which was hinged so it can open, around the base of the cock and balls and then be closed it. Holding that in place he then connected to the two pieces together, slid the small padlock on and "click", I was locked in. He just left the key on the table, but I understood that he would have to unlock the cage.
"Okay, go ahead and get dressed, but no underwear. We'll go over to the diner and see if we can get some food." With that being said, be both got dressed, then put on the boots to walk over to the diner. It appeared to be closed, but since it was attached to the little lobby, we went in there and ask the manager if it was going to be open.
"Since the cook can't get in here due to the snow, probably not," is what he told us. "Unless you just want to go in there and cook up something yourself."
"You wouldn't mind if my boy here cooked us up a dinner?"
"Doesn't bother me. Just to let you know if the other truckers see you in there, they might want some food as well."
"That's okay, my boy can do all the cooking and serving for us tonight."
What was interesting is the fact that the manager (who is also the owner), never talked directly to me about any of this. The conversation was between him and Shawn. Even weirder was the fact that he gave the key to Shawn and not me, and told Shawn to make sure your boy cleans it up afterwards, as if the owner knew I was the faggot who was being controlled. Once inside the diner portion, Shawn turned on the lights and said, "Get going, boy." Now I am not a great cook, but I know when I need to try my best. Looking around the kitchen, I found a big can of green beans, onions, mashed potato buds (the type you stir in water to make mash potatoes), some chicken fried meat, in the freezer, that had to be deep fried and some gravy for it. Okay I was set. I looked out and Shawn wasn't there, but I knew I better get busy. After about 5 minutes I heard voices in the diner.
"Okay, boy, there are nine of us out here hungry, so get busy." Nine? So I quickly got a second can of green beans, made more mashed potatoes and got out enough chicken friend steaks and started deep frying them. They were all chatting out there and I couldn't make out a great deal, but heard the word `faggot' used more than once.
"Hey boy, come out here." So I went out to see what he needed. "See men, a faggot, and to prove it to you, strip boy", as he looked at me, "and hand me your clothes." I did as he said and there I was naked with only my cock caged on me. This was so degrading and I am sure Shawn knew that it was for me. He seemed to take great pleasure in showing me off.
"Ok boy, back to the kitchen, you have some real men who are hungry." They all kind of chuckled at that statement, but I went back to the kitchen to finish cooking up dinner. Once I had everything ready, I started to take out the food, serving Shawn first. I then got silverware for them and then drinks. I started to get a plate ready for me when Shawn stopped me.
"Ok faggot, you need to continue to serve us, so don't get anything for you yet. Make sure our drinks stay full the whole time or sit down on one of the stools at the counter." Everyone seemed fine, so I sat on the stool nearest Shawn. How humiliating it was to be naked in this diner and everyone one else dressed. If I saw a drink get low, I would ask if they would want more, and if yes, I would get it. Since they were all truckers, manners were not their forte. They ate rather rapidly and as the first one finished, Shawn barked out his next orders.
"Faggot as they finish, you'll get their plate and lick it clean...that will be your dinner for now, boy." So I started for the first plate and when I picked it up I started licking it. "Oh no, not that way fag. Get up on the counter on all fours with your ass up in the air and lick it clean like a dog. This way, all my friends can enjoy the entertainment. Friends you don't mind bringing your plate over for the dog, do you?" I took the plate and got myself up on the counter, got on all fours and started licking the plate like a dog. They all hooted and howled as they watch this naked faggot degrading himself. Each one brought their plate over after they were finished so I could lick each plate. Several as they put the plate down, would slap my ass and say such things as "that's a good boy" or "isn't he a good doggy". I just kept doing it.
Now that everyone was full and the "entertainment" was over, they all started to head back to their rooms. Shawn turned to me and said, "You can eat any leftovers in the kitchen." Then the order came, "Boy, you clean this up real good now, then come back to the room. Remember to drop off the key to the manager in the lobby." They all got on their coats and headed out, and I got off the counter. There was a little food in the kitchen for me to eat and then I started to clean up the diner. Here I was still naked and now cleaning up everything. A real man would go over and get his clothes on first, but not this faggot. With everything clean, I went over to get my clothes and head back to the room. Then I realized the only thing here for me to wear was my boots. He had taken everything back with him, including my coat. Well no way out of this, I put on my boots and locked up the diner, then started to head back to the room.
Now naked, I had to go into the lobby area and give the key to the manager. Handing the key, he looked at me with such a grin. "Well, it looks like they made you work so hard, you worked your way right out of your clothes boy." He knew what I was and what they had done. What I didn't know is that he had taken a glance in the diner while I was on the counter eating like a dog. "Pretty cold out there boy, hope that little pecker of yours doesn't fall off on the way back to your room." With that he just snickered a bit and I left in embarrassment.
Opening the door to go outside, the snow was coming down even harder. But thanks to the big rig that was blocking the rooms, the snow was not piling up too much in front of the motel room doors. I quickly walked towards Room 4 and when I got there it was locked...no surprise. I knocked and Shawn opened the door.
"Get that pretty ass in here boy. Don't need a frozen fagcycle tonight."
"Thank you Sir." As I stepped in. Luckily the heat was up in the room and Shawn was back to boxers. I took the boots off and turned around. He was just standing there with a glean in his eyes.
"That was a great dinner faggot, but I need to take a piss. On your knees boy and open up." Now I have drank piss before, but just his tone and attitude was so intimidating that it scared me a little, but it turned me on more. I got on knees and he pulled out his cock. Placing the head barely into my mouth, he started to piss. I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but some of it was coming out of the corner of my mouth. Once completed, he looked down at me and said, "Well boy, you let some spill. That is not good. A little discipline is in store."
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he indicated with his finger to come over there and lay across his lap. I was about to do that when he halted me. Producing my own underwear he said, "Open up faggot." I opened my mouth and he stuffed my own underwear into my mouth, saying, "Now you can scream all you want and no one will hear you, as if that would make a difference tonight." He guided me down across his lap and rubbed my ass for about a minute. "This will hurt boy." Thwack...came the first one with a muffled yelp from me, then the second and so on. He would spank me five or so times, then would rub my ass, then start up again. This went on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Finally stopping, he had me stand up. He took the underwear out of my mouth, which was soaked, and said, "Remember boy, if I piss in your mouth, don't let any drop out. Now if I piss on you...then that is a different story." He had me look in the mirror to see how bright red my ass was and it was ruby red for sure.
"Why don't you sit down for a minute, and watch some TV," he said. "We need some beer to relax with."
I sat down on my chair as he sat down in his. It was really hard to sit with my ass on fire, but I did as I was told. He grabbed a couple of beers for us to drink. We watched TV for about 20 minutes and just as I was finishing my beer he said, "Stand up boy, and let me see that ass of yours." I did and it was still hot, sore and red. "Looks like that ass could use some ice to cool it down. I know a quicker way." With that he got up and went to the door. "You're going outside and sit in the snow for one minute. I will time you boy. Now get over here." I started to go for my boots, but "I said nothing about boots or any other clothes boy. Now get ready and go," and with that he pushed me out the down, closed it and then I saw him at the window. I quickly went to a small snow drifts by the Jeep and sat my ass in it. To my amazement, it really felt good on my ass. I was freezing, but at least my ass was feeling better. I heard the doors of the other rooms open with some whistling and hooting, then Room 4 opened and I heard, "Ready to come in boy? Well first pee like a dog, then I will let you in." Thanks to the beer, I did have to go sort of so it wasn't hard to do. I got on all four and lifted my left leg and pissed on the Jeep tire. Once done he said, "Now come back in here like the dog you are faggot." With the others watching, I crawled on all fours like a dog back to the room.
Once in the room, he threw the bed spread around me, while I was still on all fours, to warm me up. "You are such a doggy," he would say as he warmed me up. Finally getting warmed up, he then said, "Looks like my doggy might need a trim tonight." I knew what that meant, just not sure how much was going to get shaved off. "A couple of the guys asked me if I was going to trim you, and then asked if they could help. They will be coming over soon so help fag." I knew from the tone we were not going to turn in early tonight for some sleep. He picked the key to the padlock off the table and told me to come over in front of him. He unlocked the padlocked and took the cage off. He then walked over to the sink counter and poured some of his beer in a bowl (I assume he took the bowl from the diner). "Here, drink doggy." I went back down on all fours and crawled over there and started lapping it up. As I was doing this, I heard the knock on the door. Just a question of how many were coming over.
It was just three of the guys, so it wasn't the whole crew, which I was kind of glad. One was about 6'6" and 280 lbs., but was built very solid. It was the guy from Room 1 who had moved his rig to block the snow. Found out through the evening his name was Dave. The second guy, whose name was Randy, was about 5'6" and maybe 170 lbs. He had a body of someone who probably ran cross country or long distance races. The last, named Tim, was about 6'1" and maybe 230lbs. He had a bit more of a belly, but no overly fat. I just continued to lap up the beer while they talked, until I was summoned to come over there. I crawled on all fours to them and kind of squatted by Shawn. He rubbed by head like a dog.
"Okay faggot, here is what we decided. We're going to play poker. Each winning hand gets to shave off part of your hair. We decided the eye brows and lashes will stay. We already have the order thanks to Randy who came up with this idea and wrote down how we should shave you. Randy also has a tarp in his truck so we going to spread it out for you to kneel on. If any of us have to piss during the game, we stop to watch them piss. They cut the deck before they piss; if it's a face card, you drink it; if a number card, you get a shower; and if an Ace appears, then it is up your ass for the piss. Now if the faggot has to piss anytime, it should do so in the bowl then when completed pissing, start lapping it up until the bowl is empty." Shawn got the bowl and moved it closer to everyone. "This should be fun friends, and I think our fag likes the idea."
Shawn pointed to my crotch and my cock was rock hard and dripping. In other words, my cock made sure I wouldn't lie about things, and to be honest, I really was looking forward to this card game. The other three by now have stripped to their boxers, which they were all wearing. I should have known, real Alpha men usually wear boxers and make their faggots go with tighty whities or nothing.
Randy got his keys out and said, "Okay faggot, my rig is the dark blue cab with `Fisher Brothers' on its side. The tarp is in the back part of the cab; behind the passenger seat. Go get it." I knew this meant go get it naked.
"Wait," came out of Shawn's mouth. "This time you can wear your boots, since it's going to be a good walk to get to." Well at least my feet won't freeze. I got my boots on and went outside. Randy really didn't tell me where exactly he was parked and now that it was dark, I was going to have to go out and look at several of the trucks before knowing which one it was. I finally found it and unlocked it got inside, found the tarp and got back out and locked the cab. As I was walking (rather fast) back to the room, I could see the manager of the motel looking out the lobby window. He waved at me and I waved back, not sure what else to do.
When I got to the room, I knocked on the door. I heard, "Are you on your knees, faggot?" I quickly got on my knees and replied, "Yes Sir." The door opened and I crawled in. They had already brought two chairs from another room over and set up the poker table. As I crawled with the tarp, Shawn said to spread the tarp over by the sink area where there is room. As I was doing that, I noticed several things on the sink counter...shaving cream...razor...electric shears barbers use...my dildo and butt plug...the lube. This IS going to be an interesting evening. Once the tarp was down, I took my position on my knees and put the bowl under my cock.
"The last thing fag to how you will address us for the rest of the evening," Shawn said in an authoritarian voice. "For me, it will be `Master Shawn', and for the others you will refer to them as "Sir Dave, Sir Randy and Sir Tim," as he pointed to each one. "Understand faggot?" I nodded. "Address me when I asked a question fag. Do you understand faggot?"
"Yes Master Shawn." He smiled
"Okay gentlemen let's start to play poker, which could turn into to poke the fag." They all laughed.
I guess Tim brought the cards since he started out dealing. See four hot truckers in just their underwear playing poker made my cock even harder and it was really dripping now. They all lit up cigars as Tim dealt.
"Okay gentlemen, the first hand is to figure out which one of us gets to decide what to put up the faggot's ass." They all looked at their hands. The game was obviously 5-card draw. They each discarded and had new cards then someone called. Shawn; 2 pair, Randy; a pair, Tim; a straight...Tim said, "how funny, a straight to see if the faggot gets something." Dave had a full house. He got up and walked over to the counter. He picked up the lube and put some on his finger and "on all fours boy."
"Yes Sir Dave." I was then on all fours. He stuck his lubed finger in me and moved it around, then stuck a second finger in and then a third.
"Looks like this faggot is ready to be fucked men." They all laughed. He grabbed the butt plug and proceeded to insert it into my ass. With little effort it popped in and was secure. "Okay he's ready men." I noticed that all them refer to themselves as `men' and never boys. Interesting.
Randy stated the rules for being able to shave. "Okay, first you do have to win the hand. Second, to shave a part you must have 3 of a kind of better. Third, a full house or better will allow you to jump over one or two areas if you wish to shave something else," as he pointed to the sheet of the order of shaving. "Remember a Royal Flush, you can jump to doing the head, asshole or crotch immediately. Now to make things interesting, if you win the hand with a pair, you can spank the faggot once and if you win the hand with two pair you can spank it twice. All sound good?" They all agreed and starting dealing. Tim still dealt the first hand, but it would shift after every so often. The first hand only produced a two pair winner, so two swats from Tim. The next hand, Randy won with three of a kind. Oh god, here it starts. He came over and told me to lift my right arm. He sprayed some shaving cream there and proceeded to shave my under arm. I had never shaved there before, in fact the only body shaving I have ever done is my crotch. This felt really weird.
The game continued, with me getting spankings from time to time and my body hair slowly being removed. My left arm pit was second and Shawn got to do that. My right arm then my left arm. The right lower leg was done by Dave, then the left lower leg by Dave again. Then Randy stood up and said he had to piss. The other three got up and moved to watch, while Randy cut the deck. A three of hearts. Randy walked over. Something about a shorter man than myself who is truly an Alpha is always a turn on and this was no exception. I hadn't seen any of their dicks (except Shawn's) until now. They all had boners without a question. Randy stepped up and lowered his boxer...it was a good 7 inches semi-hard. "Okay faggot, enjoy your shower." With that he let loose a hot stream of piss and covered me all over with it. It felt so good and almost like a christening. He went for about a minute while the others played with their cocks in their boxers. I was soaked head to toe with his piss.
As the game got going again, it seemed no one was getting three of a kind of better, so I was getting lots of spankings. Then finally, Randy got 3 of a kind, so next up was my upper right leg, which meant very close to the crotch. They had defined the upper leg vs. crotch as to the crease in my leg when I sit. Randy was having fun with this, since it meant he had to move my cock and balls from time to time to shave. Once he was done, then another full house, this time by Tim. He had just as much fun with the upper left leg. So now, both arm pits and arms have been shaved and now my legs are completely shaved. My head and torso is what is left.
With a quick break, both Shawn and Dave had to take a piss. They each take turns cutting the deck; Shawn got a queen of spades and Dave 9 of diamonds. They decided to do it as the same time, so that means shower and drink. Shawn got right in front of me and lower the boxers and I put his dick in my mouth. "Don't suck faggot." He started pissing down my throat and shoved it in a bit more. I couldn't see Dave's dick since Shawn was blocking my view, but I started to feel the wet piss all over me. He got it in my hair, which made me think that might be the last time for a while I have hair to do that with. It seemed like forever but I am sure it was just a couple of minutes. Drench and filled with piss now, I had to piss, so I pissed into the bowl.
As they went back to play, I started lapping up my piss. Another couple of hands resulting in spankings, then Randy got 3 of a kind. Now it was time for my back, so Randy told me to lie down in the piss on the tarp. He then proceeded to shave my back. When he was done, he told me to stay there and suggested that all of the men piss on me to clean me off. They did. I just wallowed in the piss as they went back to playing and on the next hand Tim got a full house. He decided that instead of shaving his ass (not the asshole/crack), he wanted to shave its boobs. I got up and he put shaving cream across both boobs and started shaving them. I wasn't that hairy, but hairy enough and never had my boobs been shaved. He would squeeze my tits and pull them out to shave them better. Once done, he wiped me off.
They continued to play with lots of spanking, but finally Dave got 3 of a kind. He got to shave my ass cheeks. Then Randy go a flush, so he got to shave my stomach. That meant all that was left were my ass hole/crack, my head and my crotch. After a couple of hands of spanking, Tim got 3 of a kind. He got the ass hole. I bent over and he was very carefully, but did get it all. When done he said he had to piss, so he got up and cut the deck. An Ace of Spades was showing. OMG this meant pissing up my ass, which I have never had done.
"Okay, fag, you have enough lube up there, so I want you to suck my cock to lube it up." Tim pulled his dick out, which was the first time I really could see his dick. It was about 7 inches and a slight curve to the left, with big hanging balls. I opened up my mouth and started sucking on his cock. It tasted great. It was only about a minute, then he said, "All fours boy." I got on all fours, he came around.
Shawn spoke up at this moment, "He's going to take the butt plug out, fuck you with piss, then reinsert the butt plug. You will hold it until the poker game is done faggot."
Tim took the butt plug out, and stuck his cock in my ass. It hurt, but the hurt was pleasure. Then I felt the warm piss going inside of me. It wasn't that long of a piss, so when he was done, he pulled out and stuck the butt plug back in. "There you go boy."
The very next hand, Dave got another flush. "Time to be bald faggot," and with that Dave got the sheers out. My hair wasn't that long, but long enough. He just dove in and started taking off my hair down to the nub. After that he got the shaving cream and put it all over my head and where my 5 o'clock shadow was. He proceed to shave everything except the eye brows. Once done he had me go over to the sink and he rinse me off as I put my head down in the sink. Rinsed, he lifted my head and I saw myself in the mirror. The only hair on me was around my eyes and crotch. I looked like a true faggot almost. He walked me back to the tarp and I knelt.
They played another hand and that was it. Shawn got a full house. Wasting no time, he told me to stand and got the shears. I spread my legs, so he could get under my balls even. Once finished, the shaving cream was applied and he shaved the last of any hair on my body. Wiping me down he said, "Look men, we have a true cleanly shaved faggot here." He turned me around so I could see in the mirror and yes I was a cleanly shaved faggot.
Shawn spoke up, "You've been very good boy, let's get that piss out of you now." He took me into the bathroom and told me to get into the shower. He removed the butt plug and a little piss started to come out. I didn't want to release it unless Shawn told me. "Go ahead boy, release it."
"Thank Master Shawn." I released it and it all came out and felt good.
"Okay now that you're cleaned out, it's time for us to get our nuts off. Come with me faggot."
As we walked back into the room, all three gentlemen had taken there boxers off. This was the first time I saw Dave's cock and it was about 6 inches soft. Tim and Randy were semi-hard and as Shawn took off his boxers he was almost completely hard.
Shawn laid out what was happening next. "Now here's the deal. So there are no favorites, you are going to draw a card. A Heart it's me that will fuck you first. A Spade will be Sir Tim; a Club Sir Dave; a Diamond Sir Randy." After you're first fucking, you will draw again until all four of us have fucked you and left our seed deep inside of you fag. If at any time, one of the other men need to piss while you are being fucked, they will just piss on you fag. To make it even more fun, you will be blindfolded the entire time, so you won't know what you picked or whose cock it is. So let's get started.
I got down on all fours, the blindfold was put on me, and I was ordered to pick a card. Nothing was said to indicate who it was and since all four had somewhat massive dicks, god knows who it might me. Then all of a sudden, I felt hands on my hips and fingers at my asshole playing with it, actually a bit of lube placed there. Once the finger was gone, I felt the cock starting to enter my ass. I really couldn't tell who it was, but I didn't think it was Sir Tim's since it felt really very straight. Sir started pumping, and I could tell he was already in heat and wouldn't take long. Then I felt piss on my back and head, as he was pumping. What a strange sensation without any hair just skin, it was something very new to this faggot. Once I started hearing the moaning, I knew he was getting close. Then came the words, "Oh god, I am coming..." I knew by the voice it was Sir Randy and he shot his cum up my ass. It felt like a ton, like a week's worth of cum built up. He collapsed on my back and I could feel his hairy chest against my piss covered back. Once he withdrew, I was ordered to clean his cock.
Then I drew again, not knowing the suit or who was next. Without hesitation I felt someone behind me and a cock head about to enter my ass. He shoved it in pretty quick, but this felt familiar...since Tim had fucked me earlier when he pissed in me, I could tell this was Sir Tim's cock. Like Sir Randy, he wasted little time and got pumping very fast. His breathing got heavy and it was less than 5 minutes and he shot a load and a half up my ass. These truckers do have big loads or they do not get off very much. He too had me clean his cock, but after cleaning, he starting pissing in my mouth. He took it out and just sprayed the rest on my face and back.
Two down and two to go. They had me draw again. This time the person got behind me I knew was tall, but that didn't help since both Master Shawn and Sir Dave were well over 6 feet. I could feel the cock head going into me. I was a long cock, but again they both had long cock. He was a bit more methodical in his pumping and I could tell this was going to be a longer fuck session. After about 4 or 5 minutes he started to speed up the tempo and then more and more. It was close to 10 minutes when I could hear the huffing and puffing behind me, then a big groan and another gigantic load. Again I cleaned his cock, but was still not sure which one it was.
Then the last Sir got behind me, and started to enter me, this time with a bit more energy. He didn't take long before he was pumping as well. It felt as long as the one before if not longer. He kept pumping then I heard it. "This fucking pussy ass is so fucking hot." It was Sir Dave and yes his cock was longer than Master Shawn's. As he kept pumping, I started feeling a couple of streams of piss on my back and head. I was in heaven. He finally scream, "Oh my god," and shot a huge load up my ass, which I swear was more than anyone elses.
Once everyone was through, they all lit up another cigar and sat naked in their chairs. I was exhausted and just laid down in the piss on the tarp. It all felt so good.
After a while, Shawn said, "Okay boy, take the tarp outside and use the snow to clean it up. Make sure no piss gets on the rug in here boy. And wear your boots out there."
As I was folding up the tarp, I noticed the clock and it indicate 1:05. We had been at this for several hours and this faggot was now hairless and a piss whore. I got my boots on and took the tarp outside. It had stopped snowing, but it was still cold. I used the snow to clean the tarp, then asked Sir Randy what he wanted me to do with it. He said to take it down to Room 2 and spread it out there so it can dry. He toss me the room key and I took it down to his room. When I was in his room I noticed, on top of his bed, an old gay porn magazine of Bound & Gagged opened to two guys fucking, the taller one getting fucked...so Sir Randy was gay all along. Good.
When I came back to Room 4, the guys were still naked and finishing up there cigars. Master Shawn told me to take a quick shower to wash off the piss so I wouldn't bring it bed that night. So I went into the bathroom and start the shower. As I stepped in, I noticed them standing at the door. "Don't close the curtain faggot. Bend over so we can see if any cum has managed to escape." I bent over and there was a little cum, but not much. Shawn finished, "Good, keep it in there fag. Now rinse off only," which I did.
Sir Randy threw me a towel, and I said "thank you Sir Randy," with just a bit of a smile. He winked back, and I knew he knew I figured him out. Once back into the room, Master Shawn instructed me to dress each Sir. I started with Sir Tim, helping him with his boxers then I put on his socks, his shirt, his pants and then his boots. I did the same for Sir Dave and then Sir Randy. Sir Randy just kept smiling at me as I was dressing him. Once finished, I was instructed to take the 2 chairs back to Room 1 (Sir Dave's Room), which I did. While there I took the liberty of sniffing his used underwear...heaven. Upon my return, I heard them say that the roads will be open by 5 in the morning. They all said goodbye to Master Shawn and each grabbed my ass and slapped my cock, as I held the door open for them to leave. Master Shawn said it was time to go to bed, so we turned out the lights and both got into bed. He then spooned me most of the night, which felt real good to have that cock next to my hairless ass. In fact, it felt nice but weird to have his hairy chest against my hairless back; which when I really could tell how hairless I was.
Once up in the morning, we checked the TV and all roads were open. It was about 6 o'clock, and Shawn wanted to get moving. He had me drink his morning piss thou, which was still fine.
"Okay faggot, pack all your stuff except what you plan to wear."
I started packing and took out a pair of jeans, t-shirt, socks and underwear.
"You don't need the underwear...your freeballing to Colorado boy."
I put the underwear back in the suitcase. I got all the toys we used and put them in there as well. I closed the suitcase and started to put on my jeans.
"I said nothing about you wearing these yet. Go start the Jeep and warm it up. You will want it warm."
I got my keys and put my boots on and started the Jeep. Sir Randy was caring a load out to his truck. I nodded at him.
"Hey faggot, ask your Master if you can carry a load to my truck. All I got left it one load, so you can grab it and the keys and close the door. I want to start my rig."
I asked Shawn, and he said I should. So I went down to Room 2, got the last suitcase, picked up the keys and closed the door. I could tell it was now above 32 degrees, but it still was somewhat cold. Then I walked out to Sir Randy's truck and the cab door was open, but I did see him. I called up to him, and he said climb in and bring it to him. There he was in the sleeper part, with his pants off just sitting there.
"Listen faggot, I hope last night was not a one nighter. If I see that Jeep of yours or you see this cab, call me fag." He gave me a piece of paper with his phone number. "I want more than what happened last night with you faggot and maybe even a chance for a week long excursion in this cab with a naked faggot."
"That sounds great Sir Randy. I will text you once I am on the road so you have my number as well Sir."
As he grabbed his cock he said, "This piece of meat wants more of that ass, and much more of that mouth fag...and it will happen. Now as your last order from Sir Randy, take this key to the manager in the lobby. Don't worry fag, he has already seen you naked."
We said our good byes, and I started for the lobby, still naked (except for boots), to drop off Sir Randy's room key. As I went into the lobby, the manager looked at me with big eyes.
"Wow, they really had some fun with you last night faggot." Between Sir Randy and the manager, my cock was semi-hard and dripping again. "Why don't you bring that key around the counter for me boy." I walked around the counter and he just grabbed my cock. "Looks like you enjoy people watching you and playing with you. Thanks for returning this key, now go back to your Master, faggot." And with that he slapped my ass, and I left and went back to Room 4.
"Okay faggot, we need to hit the road. I have called a tow truck to help me get my rig out of the gully I am in. Now here is what's gonna to happen, you will drive me there only wearing your boots. Once there, you will get out and stand by the highway naked. Then when I say `dress' which means you will go to the Jeep and dress yourself. When dressed, you will come back to me, get on your knees and kiss my boots. That will be your goodbye to me."
"Okay Master Shawn."
"By the way, you will always address me as Master Shawn. I sent a message from your phone to my phone, so I now have your number and you have mine. If your in the area, you WILL meet me again faggot, understand?"
"Yes, Master Shawn."
"Now I am going out to the Jeep while you take the key back to the manager."
"Yes Master Shawn."
So once again, I walked naked into the lobby to give my key. This time, Sir Dave was in there, with a couple of the other truckers. The other two started to whistle and feel my body. Dave said, "Let me tell you men, that faggot has one fine nice ass to fuck." They both looked at him, but he just smiled. After a couple of slaps on my ass, I left and went to the Jeep. I got in the driver's seat and started to go. This meant we have to travel east for about 12 miles to that exit and turn back around and head west to get to his truck. As we were driving the only vehicles on the road were semis at this hour, so as we passed them, they could see that I was naked, so we got some horns honking in excitement.
We final got to his truck and the tow trucker driver was there, waiting. Master Shawn got out and looked at me.
"Get out faggot, I don't care who sees you. You know what to do."
I got out and stood on the road as the tow trucker driver came up. He kind of looked weird at me, then started talking with Shawn. They figured out what to do, as I froze there. Finally, the driver went back to his truck and then I heard the command, "Dress". I went to the Jeep pulled out my t-shirt, then my sweatshirt (at least my upper body started warming up), and one leg at a time, I got my pants on. The driver was out of his truck talking with Shawn, and then Shawn indicated with a snap of his fingers and he pointed towards his boots what I should do. I walked over, knelt, and kissed Shawn's boots. I got up and walked to the Jeep, got in and took off.
As I was starting to pull back on the highway, I heard my phone make that ping sound that I had a message. I opened it up; a number not familiar, and it was Sir Randy naked with the message...'this sausage in your ass boy.' I messaged back `yes Sir Randy'. I decided to stop in North Platte for breakfast and while there, I saved Sir Randy's number. As I was eating, all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice say, "Hope to see you sometime soon faggot." I looked up and is was Sir Tim. I said back to him, that I was hoping the same, and then he smiled and left.
As I finished breakfast, my phone pinged again. It was from Master Shawn. This time it was a pic of him pissing on me while being fucked last night. The message read great times boy' and I replied yes it was Master Shawn'. Then a second pic came thru and it was of me walking in the parking lot towards the lobby with Sir Randy's key. The message this time was, `Such a faggot, btw more on your phone.' I looked and he had taken several pics last night and this morning. I loved it.
There I was, freeballing with a semi-hard cock, ready to get up, after finishing breakfast, I thought to myself, not a bad trip at all, this stretch of I-80 I think is my new cruising area.