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This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read.
This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone.
Trucker Jack Chapter 3
Jack's eyes fluttered open as Faggot's warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock. The sensation was immediate and intense, a rush of pleasure that surged through his groin and up his spine. He groaned softly, enjoying the way Faggot's lips worked skillfully up and down his shaft but only the top part, occasionally teasing the tip with his tongue. Jack's hand lazily reached out to rest on the back of Faggot's head, fingers tangling in the younger man's hair as he guided him with light pressure.
"Mmm... Take some more." Jack's hand applies more pressure. "Take it! If you are going to be my cunt bitch, you are going to have to learn how to throat me. I haven't had a fag throat my 10 inches in years. Don't worry about breathing. So what if you pass out. You are telling me that my dick is more important to you than oxygen."
Faggot took an inch more down his throat, still nowhere near the root.
"That's it," Jack murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "But I want more than just your toilet mouth this time."
Faggot pulled off Jack's cock with a slick pop, breathing heavily as he looked up at the trucker.
"Get out of the bunk and bend over the dash," Jack commanded, his tone left no room for argument.
Faggot complied without hesitation, sliding out of the narrow bunk and positioning himself over the dashboard. The curtain between the bunk and the front of the semi rustled as he opened it, revealing the cab of another semi parked right next to them. The two cabs were lined up so that The window of the other truck was down, and Faggot could see the driver's silhouette whose attention was on his phone.
Jack sat up, his massive frame looming over Faggot. He leaned to roll down the windows of the semi. The cool morning air rushed in, carrying with it the faint scent of diesel and asphalt. Jack's cock, already hard and throbbing, nudged against Faggot's ass, pressing insistently.
"Good boy," Jack said, his voice a low growl. "Now get back into place."
Faggot bent over the dashboard again, his heart pounding in his chest. The anticipation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. Jack's hands gripped his hips firmly, pulling him back until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. Then, with one forceful thrust, Jack shoved his cock deep into Faggot's waiting hole.
Faggot yelped in surprise and pain, the sudden penetration causing him to clench around Jack's thick shaft. "Ah!" he cried out, the sound echoing through the cab.
The driver in the adjacent semi looked over. Instantly, he was very interested in what he saw. He moved over to the passenger seat, his face now visible as he stared with wide eyes at the scene unfolding before him.
Jack smirked, enjoying the audience. "Do you like what you see?" Jack called out, his voice loud enough for the other driver to hear clearly.
The driver licked his lips, nodding eagerly. "Hell yes," he replied, his voice gruff and full of desire.
"You want a piece of my faggot's cunt, or are you looking to take a ride on my dick?" Jack asked, his tone challenging.
Faggot's mind raced as he listened to the exchange, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The thought of being used by multiple men was thrilling, the adrenaline pumping through his veins making his skin tingle.
Before the other driver could respond, Jack began to move, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in with relentless force. Each thrust drove deep, pushing Faggot forward until his chest pressed painfully against the cold surface of the dashboard. The angle was brutal, but it sent waves of pleasure crashing through Faggot's body, making his cock twitch and leak precum onto the floor beneath him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the cab, along with Jack's heavy breathing and Faggot's desperate cries.
Outside, the other driver watched with rapt attention, his own cock hardening in his pants as he imagined himself in Faggot's place. Jack's eyes locked onto the watcher, a predatory gleam in his gaze.
Jack demanded, his voice sharp, "What do you want?"
The driver hesitated for only a moment before speaking up. "I definitely want a piece of that fag's pussy," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
Jack laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Good answer," he said, his thrusts never slowing.
With that, Jack grabbed Faggot's hips tighter, angling his thrusts upward to hit Faggot's prostate directly. The change in angle sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through Faggot's body, making him see stars and reflexively jumped off of Jack's cock.
Jack grabbed the bitch's hair to control where he was going. With a shove, the trucker pushed him towards the door. Faggot nearly tumbled out of the cab onto the asphalt.
"Go ahead, the cunt is yours." he said, wiping his hand on a rag. "You don't have to be gentle. He knows how to serve demanding men." Jack followed up with "You want his ass? The cost is your underwear."
The driver looked at Jack and smiled. "These filthy ones?"
Jack smiled, "Perfect for a gag for a faggot, don't ya think? How clean is your ass?"
The other driver, who is a very intimidating man in his own right, 6'2" 220 pounds of natural muscles and a bit of fat, and covered in soft gray hair. His face seemed to always be in a pissed off look. He sternly replied, "My ass is full. Now, don't even think that I want to get corn holed."
"I've been toilet training Faggot here. He can take care of your full ass."
The other driver pulls Faggot into a hug. The smile under his bushy full goatee slowly became very wide. Without taking his eyes of Faggot, he stripped off his underwear revealing his hairy ass and its dark hair filled ass crack to Faggot. He handed the skid marked stained briefs to Faggot. "My briefs should cover the cost of using your bitch?"
Jack added, "Absolutely. I still have 50 minutes before my 10 hours is up and we hit the road. How long do you have?"
The other driver said, "I just started my 1-hour lunch. Mind if I use the toilet hole first?"
"Go right ahead. You paid for it. And here, this might come in handy." Jack reached into the cab and pulled out the rimseat. He handed it to the other driver who knew exactly what it is used for. Jack said, "The fag hasn't had breakfast yet. He should be real hungry."
"Oh yeah, this is why I stop here. Nasty men being nasty." the driver said, his voice low and commanding.
Jack climbed back into the driver's seat and watched with his cock in his hand. It hadn't gone completely soft. He began to stroke it. In a few minutes it would be ready again.
The other driver points to the asphalt. The Faggot knew exactly to lie down. "You ready to eat some of Daddy's shit boy?"
"Yes Sir!"
"I'm not 'Sir'. I'm Daddy Rick. But you can call me 'Daddy'."
"Yes Daddy." Faggot laid on the asphalt, the rough texture pressed into his back as he stared up at the morning sky. The two semis created a secluded pocket of privacy, and the occasional rumble of distant traffic was the only sound breaking the silence. Daddy Rick placed the rimseat onto Faggot's face.
Daddy, with his thick hair protruding from his crack, settled himself comfortably on the heavy, industrial metal seat. His weight pressed firmly against Faggot's face. Dingleberries which clung to the coarse hairs were pressed onto the fag's nose and cheeks. The smell was intense, a mix of sweat and something more earthy, but Faggot knew what needed to be done. He extended his tongue. The warm, moist flesh of Daddy's asshole invited him in.
As Faggot's tongue penetrated deeper, he felt the resistance of the tight ring, then the sudden release as his tongue slid inside. Daddy Rick groaned, shifting slightly to give Faggot better access. The sensation of exploring the forbidden depths sent shivers down Faggot's spine. He pushed further, feeling the textures and contours of Daddy's insides, tasting the bitter tang that clung to every surface.
Jack watched from his semi, his massive cock in his hand as he stroked slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding between the trucks. The sight of Faggot so completely submissive, so dedicated to his task, turned Jack on even more.
Daddy's body tensed suddenly, and Faggot knew what was coming. He braced himself, mouth open and ready. A moment later, a piece of shit slid into his waiting mouth. The taste was immediate and overpowering, but Faggot swallowed quickly, relishing the degradation. He moaned softly, the sound muffled by the rimseat, but the vibration traveled up through Daddy's ass.
"Good boy," Daddy muttered, his voice low and approving. "Take it all."
Faggot continued to lick and probe, ensuring every bit of filth was consumed. The mixture of pleasure and degradation swirled within him, making his own cock twitch with need. He wanted more, craved the dominance he found here. Each piece of shit that passed from Daddy's body into his mouth brought him closer to an edge he couldn't quite reach due to his chastity cage.
Jack's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He could feel his orgasm building, spurred on by the sight of Faggot's dedication. He wanted to be part of it, to share in the experience, but for now, he was content to watch and wank. The power of the scene was overwhelming, and he reveled in it. But there was something about it that felt off, and Jack couldn't place it.
Daddy shifted again, this time lifting slightly off the rimseat. Faggot took the opportunity to push his tongue even deeper, seeking out new angles. Daddy groaned louder, his fingers pressing into the metal frame of the rimseat. The pressure built, and Faggot knew another release was imminent.
"There's more. Daddy has more to feed you." He warned, his voice strained.
Faggot's tongue worked feverishly, desperate to please. The next piece of shit came faster, larger, filling his mouth almost to bursting. He swallowed greedily, the lump passing down his throat with a satisfying slurp. The taste lingered, mixing with the remnants of sweat and musk, creating a cocktail of degradation that Faggot found intoxicating.
Daddy finally pulled away, lifting the rimseat off Faggot's face. The morning air rushed in, cool against Faggot's heated skin. He gasped for breath, his senses reeling from the intensity of the experience. But there was no respite, not yet.
"Stay there," Jack commanded, his voice firm. "There's more work to do."
Faggot licked Daddy's shit on his lips. He looked around, his gaze landing on Jack, who now stood on his running board with his semi-hard cock in his hand.
"Hold still Faggot." Jack unleashed a torrent of piss right onto Faggot's face beneath the toilet seat. "Oh that feels good. I hadn't had my first piss yet."
"Damn, it smells strong." Daddy looked at the stream not three feet from his face.
"Nothing like a strong morning piss to get you going through your day, ain't it Faggot?"
Faggot struggled to keep his mouth open and swallow while the piss splashed over his face due to Jack's intentional poor aim.
Daddy grabbed his semi-hard dick and asked, "Mind if I join you?"
"Look. He's a faggot. Not my boy or my slave. He's meant to be used and tossed aside."
Daddy Rick smiled and unleashed his own torrent onto the fag. He didn't care if he aimed in the toilet's mouth or splashed on his face. His torrent reached its peak intensity as Jack's started to lessen.
Jack looked at his fellow pisser, "That should help him wash down your shit."
"Piss is the best mouthwash for bitch boys." Daddy Rick closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
"It's also good for the other hole too." Jack started to stroke his cock as Rick's piss started to slow. "Hey Faggot, when his piss stops, get that mouth up here and give me some head.
Rick shook his cock then firmly kicked the toilet in his side. "Get on up there. And stick out your cunt. I paid for a piece of that ass, and I'm going to claim it."
Faggot scurried to a standing position in front of his owner. With Jack standing on the semi's running board, his cock pointed to his faggot.
With great difficulty Faggot took the trucker's giant head in his mouth. "Open up."
Daddy Rick added, "This will get him to open up more." He then shoved his cock to the root into the fag's cunt.
Faggot screamed at the top of his lungs. Jack took the opportunity to pull faggot's head down further onto his cock. "There you go. Dedicate that airway to me."
Rick started a rhythm matching Jack's pace of skull fucking.
"Faggot, look up at me. He's going to do what he needs to in your cunt to get off. Don't concern yourself with that. Your focus should be on me and my cock. You understand?"
Jack used a fistful of hair to pull the fag off his cock. Before an answer was given, Jack smacked the faggot hard across the face.
"Answer me."
"Yes, Sir."
"Damn right!" Jack moved his mouth back into position, but then stopped. "What the fuck is this shit?"
Both Daddy Rick and Faggot stopped to look at the enormous dick.
"There's a piece of shit on my dick!" Right there under his cockhead was a small chunk of shit. "What the fuck are you doing putting another man's shit on my dick?" He smacked the fag again, but harder. "You even drank my piss to wash it down!"
Rick pulled out and joined in the abuse, "When a man takes pity on you and takes a dump in your mouth, it is common courtesy to eat it all."
"Open your mouth. Open!" Jack held the fag's head back as he opened his mouth. Jack saw tiny chunks of turds alongside his teeth. "Jesus fuck! You have pockets of it, like the way that real men pack dip, except you are doing the fag toilet version where it's shit instead of chewing tobacco. Back up. You need to be taught a lesson."
Jack stepped down onto the asphalt, kicking the rim seat to the side.
"Bend over and hold on to the running board. Do not stand up until I say." He paused.
Daddy Rick had reached into his semi's storage area, accessed from a door on the outside.
"Here. I just procured this the other day." Rick handed Jack a black leather flogger. "It came in from Germany as a gift from a client. I haven't had the time to use it on a faggot."
Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jack. The cold metal of the semi's running board bit into his bare skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the weight of Jack's gaze on him, adding to the pressure and humiliation. Faggot knew what was coming, but the anticipation made his legs tremble.
Jack took the leather flogger from Daddy Rick with a satisfied grin. The leather wrapped handle felt heavy in his hand, the edges worn sharp from countless uses. He admired its potential for causing pain, a tool that could carve both pleasure and agony; pleasure for himself and agony for the faggot.
"You disappoint me, boy," Jack growled, his voice thick with authority. "I was going to say 'disappointed me' but this is going beyond what just happened. I expected more from you."
Faggot swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I'm sorry, Sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he knew he had to say them even though he wasn't sure to what his master was referring.
Jack grabbed the briefs that Daddy Rick gave him and shoved them into Faggot's mouth. "I don't need to hear your voice, just your muffled screams."
Jack stepped closer, the flogger dangling from his fingers like a cruel pendulum. He positioned himself behind Faggot, his towering frame casting a shadow over the younger man. "Spread 'em wider," Jack commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Faggot obeyed, pushing his feet further apart, his knees trembling. He could feel the cool air against his exposed cheeks, the contrast making his skin tingle. The smell of engine grease and sweat filled his nostrils, a potent mix that heightened his senses.
With a swift motion, Jack brought the flogger down across Faggot's ass, the leather slicing through the air with a loud crack. Faggot gasped. This was no build up session. His body jerking at the sudden impact. The pain seared through him, radiating from his backside to every nerve ending. He clenched his fists, trying to absorb the sensation.
"Feel that, boy?" Jack asked, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "That's what happens when you are a disappointment."
Faggot could only nod, too overwhelmed by the pain to speak. His ass stung, the skin burning where the strop had landed. He breathed heavily, his lungs aching for oxygen. The skid-marked and piss-filled underwear made the situation worse.
Jack wasted no time, raising the whip again. This time, he aimed higher, aiming to cover more ground. The second strike landed with a resounding slap, the force almost doubling Faggot over. He cried out, the muffled sound echoing through the empty lot. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision.
"Such a crybaby," Jack sneered, enjoying the sight of Faggot's suffering.
The third strike came quickly, following the same trajectory as the second. Faggot's ass was now a patchwork of red welts, each one throbbing with pain. He bit his lip to stifle a sob, tasting blood as he did so. The metallic tang mixed with the sweat, piss, and shit remnants, creating a nauseating flavor in his mouth.
Daddy Rick watched intently, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Faggot's stomach twisted at the thought of more punishment. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew it would only prolong his suffering. Instead, he focused on breathing, trying to keep his composure despite the overwhelming pain.
Jack continued his assault, alternating between horizontal and vertical strikes. Each blow sent shockwaves through Faggot's body, forcing him to clench his muscles to stay upright. His mind raced, trying to distract itself from the agony. He imagined himself elsewhere, anywhere but here, but the pain kept dragging him back to reality.
After what felt like an eternity, Jack paused, flexing his wrist. "Had enough, boy?" he taunted, knowing full well that Faggot had little choice in the matter.
Faggot managed a shaky nod, his body quivering with residual pain. "Yes, Sir," he croaked, his voice hoarse from holding back tears.
Jack chuckled darkly, leaning closer to whisper in Faggot's ear. "Not me." Jack continued for a half dozen or so strokes, each worse than the previous one.
He handed back the flogger.
"That's rather nice. A client hunh?"
Rick smiled and returned it back into storage. Before Rick closed it up, Jack was able to see leather restraints, dildoes, and other sex toys in Jack's semi's storage.
He turned his attention back to his fag, and removed the underwear briefs from his mouth. "Lick the rimseat clean."
The welted fag scurried to the seat and started to lap up the piss drops.
"You going to sit on his face again?"
"Yeah, I still have some time before I have to get back on the road. I would offer to join me, but I only have one seat."
"No, I can get my own." Daddy Rick walked around his semi.
Jack had Faggot lay down on the asphalt so that his welts were in the piss puddle. The rimseat returned over his face. For the first time since being in Jack's presence, the fag did not look happy. Jack liked that.
Faggot then spoke, "Thank you Sir for teaching me not to be a disappointment."
The moment of satisfaction for Jack ended. He didn't want to hear the boy's apologies like a well-trained slave would give. He wanted to hear the fear, the terror, and the hopelessness of the fag's situation. Jack eagerly sat down to prevent any more words from the fag. Faggot's tongue went right to work, tongue fucking Jack's shithole.
Rick came around with a well-worn lawn chair, the kind with wide straps of nylon weaved to create a seat and a back. Two straps, one in each direction was missing. When Rick sat down, his asshole went to the center of where the missing straps should be.
Daddy Rick caught Jack looking at his ass hanging under the chair. "Hey, I don't have room for a rim seat like yours. This does its job."
"It only has to work."
"I have to ask you. How long did it take to train Faggot for such a beating?
"Picked him up yesterday. He tried to tell me that he never licked ass before or something like that. It's total bullshit. I never ask a fag's his history, as I don't really care. As long as it doesn't come back to haunt me, I'm good. Most faggots who approach me like he did just want access to my big dick. I'll usually tear up their cunts, making them bleed, then kicking them out. This faggot was more interested in doing what he's doing now, tongue fucking my shithole. I have to admit, I was intrigued."
Daddy Rick leaned in, "How the hell do faggots approach you? You are one intimidating mother fucker."
Jack laughs. "Well, one faggot I used once told me that he heard about me from some bullshit website that a few of my cast-off fags were comparing notes on being abused by me. One post put that I go to a diner at the same time of day and sit alone at the end of the counter. They just show up, like Faggot here did."
"I fucking love it. They fucking come to you." Rick laughed at how easy Jack had it.
Jack smiled seeing Rick enjoying this.
"Some of the fags on the website call me the 'Big Bad Wolf'. I love it. When I registered as an owner operator of this new tractor, I switched to 'BBW Trucking' as my company name."
"So you are an owner operator?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to bring shithead here with me if I was still driving for certain companies. I need the freedom. If I want to pull over and pick up a hitchhiker. I'm gonna."
"Completely understandable. Where are you headed to?"
"Well I have to drop off this load east of here in a day and a half. Tonight, I'm going to stop at this truck stop I've been hearing about. It has old school communal showers, and I thought about having Faggot here get gang banged. But I don't know about it now. Faggot will be in fag heaven getting his holes filled throughout the night. I haven't been there in over twenty years. It was crazy back then. You know about it?"
Daddy Rick slowly smiled. "Oh yes. Did whoever tell you about the truck stop also tell you about the party at the Ranch?"
"Damn! This ranch must be an amazing place, because the three men I have met here all know about it and rave about it."
"Was one of those other two a biker named Spike?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I have to fill you in on something. Spike and I work for the owner of the Ranch. He's one of our scouts. He's always on the lookout for faggots, slaves, runaways, and so on to work at the Ranch. He told me about your shit eater faggot. He also said that you might be looking to dump the fag."
"What is this shit? You planned to be here?"
"Look. The Ranch is designed for many things. It caters to some very rich clientele, some who are men like us, and others want to be treated like the faggot you have slurping your shithole right now. It works best when there are many different men and a lot more fags. But we must be mindful of who goes there. The fags need to be full faggots, ready to serve every single disgusting lustful desire. Those are hard to find. So when one of our scouts, like Spike, finds one, we do what we can to snag that faggot for the Ranch. When he told me about you, I needed to see you in action. And what I see impresses the fuck out of me. We need men like you. I'm not even talking about your fat cock either."
Daddy Rick paused. Jack farted in Faggot's mouth.
"Did Spike or the other guy go into detail about the Ranch?... Well, let me. It is in the middle of nowhere. There is security there so no one who isn't supposed to be there gets in. You will have your own room or bungalow. All the food and drink you want. You will be waited on by slaves or faggots or whatever you want to call them. Each of them will be naked. Chastity cages and electrified collars are on all slaves without exception. Slaves are shaved from nose to toes. The owner mandates it. He's a finicky man. He has these rules set, and they are strongly adhered to, even for the men that attend. The first is that there are no versatile men there. No flipping."
"For fuck's sake. Like I would ever do that."
"Exactly! The second is that you are not allowed to wear any clothing that covers up your cock, balls, and ass. He wants you to play with yourself whenever you feel the urge or grab a faggot and shove your cock into him. Every slave is available to every man. You have no say in who uses your faggot. Hell, you probably won't see much of him. The only time you will have private time is when you go to bed, if you want, your faggot will be returned to you for the night."
"My faggot's fun, but ultimately, he means absolutely nothing to me."
"Now for the fun part. The reason..."
Jack interrupted Daddy Rick, "Hold on." He addressed Faggot below him who stopped tonguing Jack's shithole. "Faggot. Get that tongue back to work. You do mean nothing to me." He looked at Rick, "Continue."
"Well, that brings me to why your ass is to be uncovered. Every single chair or seat has a hole in it. You sit down, and it becomes a rimseat. Most are elevated to you aren't stooping so low like the one you are on now. A slave will either be already installed or one will crawl underneath once you sit down. And if you like one slave's tongue work, we can make sure he's at your service as needed. Most of the time, it's a random tongue in your shithole."
"What about toilets? You have specially trained toilets?"
"Every faggot slave is required to be a toilet. This is why we test out our potential toilet slaves. And there are slaves that resist. Well, it never ends well for them. Never." He raised his voice. "You hear that Faggot?"
"Oh he heard you."
"You can use any toilet anywhere, but it is frowned on anywhere on the main floor: the dining room, the lounge, the cigar room. There is a cigar room on the bottom floor where shitting and smoking happen for those into both activities. In fact the entire bottom floor was designed to be one giant play space."
Daddy Rick looked at Jack stroking himself.
"I see you are interested."
"Who the fuck wouldn't be?"
"Exactly. How much do you have to drive tomorrow?"
"A couple hours."
"Perfect. You picking up a new load?"
"There's no way in hell I will miss this party."
"Good. You can spend a night at the truck stop and have fun. In the morning you can drop off your load and bobtail back. Either you can drive your tractor to the Ranch, or you can leave it at the Truck Stop and we can arrange to have transportation for the three hour drive."
"I'll probably want my truck with me."
"I would too. I can't think of anything more at the moment."
Daddy Rick joined Jack in jerking off.
Jack's voice boomed, "OK Faggot get your toilet ass up. Give me some head. We need to get going, and I need to bust a nut."
Rick added in, "I paid for that cunt. I want a piece of it."
Faggot scurried from under the rimseat to kneeling before Jack's thick, 10-inch cock. His lips wrapped around it, his throat bulging as he tried to take as much as possible. The rimseat creaked under Jack's weight, the metal cold and unforgiving against his ass cheeks.
He watched Faggot struggle with his cock, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "That's it, boy," he growled. "You are doing better from this angle."
Faggot gagged, the sound muffled by Jack's dick filling his mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, splattering onto the ground below. His eyes watered, but he continued to suck, driven by a mix of fear and desire.
Daddy Rick, after retrieving a knee pad from his truck descended to his knees between Faggot's legs, adjusted his position. The pads made a soft rustling noise as he moved closer. His thick, calloused fingers spread Faggot's ass cheeks wide, exposing the hole that would soon be his target. Daddy Rick leaned in, his breath hot against Faggot's skin as he lined up his cock.
"Ready for this, boy?" Daddy Rick asked, his voice deep and commanding. Faggot could only nod, his mouth still full of Jack's dick. Daddy Rick chuckled, a low, rough sound.
With one swift motion, Daddy Rick pressed his cockhead against Faggot's puckered hole. Faggot's body tensed, his muscles clenching instinctively. Daddy Rick applied pressure, his cock slowly stretching Faggot's hole open. Pain shot through Faggot's body, sharp and intense. He whimpered around Jack's cock, trying to breathe through his nose.
"Relax," Daddy Rick commanded. "Or this is going to hurt a lot more."
Faggot forced himself to relax, his body trembling as Daddy Rick pushed further inside.
Jack grabbed Faggot's hair and yanked him off his cock. He smacked the fag's face twice. "No, no relaxing for you." He looked at Rick. "Make him hurt a lot more."
Daddy Rick gave a smile of understanding, then rammed his cock deeper, until he was fully embedded inside Faggot.
Faggot started to shout out. Jack smacked him again. "Feeling good, boy?" Jack asked, his tone mocking. Unable to speak, Faggot tried to nod, but Jack's firm grasp of a fistful of the fag's hair limited any movement. "Answer me when I ask you a question."
"Y-yes S-sir!" Faggot managed to choke out. "It feels good."
Jack ordered Rick, "He's not suffering enough. Ram it in him."
Daddy Rick picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more aggressive. He grabbed Faggot's hips, using them as leverage to drive his cock deeper. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the clearing, a rhythmic slap that matched the pounding in Faggot's ass.
"Fuck, this isn't right," Daddy Rick grunted. "I need to have him standing and bent over something for me to have full control over his cunt." He looked around. "Get up and bend over one of the tires with your torso under the trailer."
Faggot hurried over; his torso was pinned against the wheel and the trailer, his legs spread wide, and his face pressed into the cold rubber. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, mingling with the faint odor of diesel fuel. Daddy Rick's thick cock plunged into Faggot again and again, each thrust eliciting a grunt from both men.
Jack was initially annoyed that Rick ended the blowjob, but he really didn't care. He didn't find using the faggot for a blowjob as enjoyable as seeing the fag used hard, and that's what Daddy Rick was doing to Faggot. That now gave him satisfaction.
Faggot's breaths came in shallow gasps as he lay bent over one of the semi's tires. Daddy Rick's thick cock moved inside with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one driving deep and filling him completely. Faggot's hands gripped the cold metal frame, his knuckles white from the strain.
"Fuck, you feel so tight," Daddy Rick grunted, his voice rough and deep. His fingers dug into Faggot's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with increasing urgency. "You love this, don't you? Being used like the little slut you are. Trust me, getting used like this at the ranch is going to be like hell."
Faggot bit his lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. The pain was intense, but there was a sick pleasure in it too, a satisfaction that came from knowing he was being completely dominated. He could feel every inch of Daddy Rick's cock, the way it stretched him open, the brutal pressure against his prostate with each thrust.
As if on cue, another semi rumbled into the lot, its engine grinding to a halt. The three men didn't even try to cover themselves let alone stop the fucking; it was obvious that the driver was here for sex.
Jack, standing nearby with a satisfied smirk on his face, motioned the new driver over. The man climbed down from the cab, naked, his small penis already rock hard and pointing the way. He walked across the lot with a confident stride, his eyes locked on Jack and his enormous cock.
"Morning," Jack greeted casually, his tone dripping with amusement. "Welcome to the party. Looks like you're ready for some action."
The new driver nodded, his small cock twitching with excitement. "I am. I see this pace can still pull in the hot horny men."
Jack chuckled, his gaze roaming over the man's body before settling on his tiny penis. "Goddamn! How small is that pecker?"
"Three inches."
Jack sternly looked at the younger driver.
The driver didn't know what the look was for, but the response he thought was needed was "Sir?"
"Better. Three inches on a good day; that looks like two and a half to me. Hell, my dick is four time the length of yours. Look!" Jack moves his dickhead alongside the driver's shaft. "My dick head is bigger than your whole dick. My faggot over there is getting his cunt brutalized, and I thought you would be another dick in his twat. But a useless clit that small isn't good for much other than telling real men that you get fucked. Take the wheel next to Faggot and present your cunt."
The new driver hesitated for only a moment before complying, climbing onto the wheel next to Faggot and bending over. He spread his legs wide, presenting his asshole to Jack with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
"Faggot, this is Cunt. Cunt, this is my faggot." The two fags looks over at each other.
With that, Jack positioned himself behind the new driver and pushed forward, his 10-inch cock sliding easily into the tight hole, due to being pre-lubed. Jack smiled and said, "Cunt, smart move with the lube." Even with lubrication, the new driver shouted as he was penetrated, his body trembling under the onslaught. Jack began to thrust, each movement more aggressive than the last, his hips slamming into the smaller man with force.
Next to them, Daddy Rick's pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he neared climax. Faggot could feel the tension building inside him, the pressure becoming unbearable. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through his body. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, mingling with the tang of diesel, creating a heady mix that only heightened the intensity of the experience.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Daddy Rick growled, his grip tightening on Faggot's hips. With one final, powerful thrust, he released inside him, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum. Faggot cried out, the sensation overwhelming him, pushing him to the brink of tears.
At the same time, Jack's movements became erratic, his thrusts jerky as he reached his own climax. "Take it, you little fucker," he snarled, his voice strained with exertion. "Take all of ten inches of it."
The new driver screamed as Jack came inside him, his body shaking uncontrollably. Jack pulled out, his cock glistening with a mixture of their fluids, and stepped back, watching with satisfaction as the two submissives struggled to catch their breath.
"Clean us up," Jack ordered, nodding towards Daddy Rick. The older man pulled out of Faggot, his cock slick and shiny. Faggot turned his head, licking at Daddy Rick's shaft, cleaning him with his tongue. The taste of cum and sweat filled his mouth, making him gag slightly, but he forced himself to continue until Daddy Rick was clean.
Meanwhile, the new driver had also turned, eagerly dropping to his knees and licking Jack's cock, his small mouth working quickly to remove any trace of their encounter. Once both men were satisfied, they looked at each other, their eyes meeting with a silent understanding.
"Now you two," Jack said, nodding towards the piss puddle next to the rimseat. "Time for a little cleanup of your own."
The two submissives looked at each other. But before they could examine the other, Jack pushed Faggot on his knees then on his back. He then shoved the new driver, forcing them into a rimming 69 position. Faggot's face was pressed against the new driver's ass, his nose buried in the dark hair. The new driver, in turn, was presented with Faggot's hole, the scent of sweat and sex strong in his nostrils.
Faggot began to lick at the new driver's hole, his tongue exploring the tight ring of muscle. The new driver groaned, his hands gripping Faggot's thighs as he returned the favor, burying his face in Faggot's crack.
The scene was one of utter degradation, the two men reduced to nothing more than tools for the pleasure of the two men whose loads were in their cunts. Their tongues worked in tandem, exploring every inch of each other's most intimate parts. The sounds of their slurping and moaning filled the air, mixing with the distant rumble of engines.
Jack and Daddy Rick watched with rapt attention, their hands resting on their cocks as they softened. The sight of the two submissives engaged in such a humiliating act was the best way to end the morning.
The new driver's tongue darted in and out of Faggot's ass, tasting the lingering traces of Daddy Rick's cum. Faggot, in turn, explored the new driver's hole with equal fervor, his tongue sliding deep inside.
Rick continued his conversation from before, "When you get to the truck stop, ask for Dave. He's the night manager. He'll put your faggot through the paces. It will probably go well into the morning. You can watch or participate."
Jack let out a sigh, "Probably not."
"Spike was telling me that you are already thinking of dumping Faggot on the side of the road."
"Yeah. He's becoming too eager for me. When a driving buddy and I used to train faggots a long time ago, when the faggot was trained or if it was too compliant, it was time to move on. I need to break a faggot in. Ever since then, it's one disposable fag after the next."
"You looking to sell him?"
Jack looked at him. Then he slowly looked at the two fags going to town on each other's cunt trying to get every drop. The new driver using two fingers to root out every drop.
"Get in there. Get every fucking drop boy." Jack commanded.
The new driver looked over with glazed eyes, clearly in pig heaven. He dove his face back into Faggot's ass.
"I haven't sold cargo in a long time." After a long pause, he asked, "How much?"
"It's not my money. Dave will need to test him out. You will be made an offer."
"Back in the day, that truck stop had a racket like this going on. I'm surprised to see it back up and running."
Daddy Rick replied, "It never stopped."
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