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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 4
After a long day on the road, Jack began his approach to the legendary truck stop. He couldn't remember its name, but he remembered its layout. What he didn't recall was driving on the crappy road. The nicely paved parkway ended immediately after he passed the two big named truck stops flanked on either side adjacent to the freeway. For another mile, Jack's truck jostled back and forth as he drove on the cracked cement.
Around the clearing of trees, Jack saw the truck stop just like he remembered except more weathered. The sign that used to be lit up with "Truck Stop" and "Good Food" under it, sat there illuminated only by his headlights. He recalled there being gas pumps for cars out front, but those were all gone now. The front entrance to the store has been completely sealed up to form a solid brick wall. That's good, he thought, only truck drivers.
When he would come here many years ago, he parked at the end of the lot for privacy, but mostly it was the easiest to maneuver in and out of. Tonight wasn't like what he remembered in terms of the number of semis parked. This place would have been at least three quarters full of semis, but now it's very sparce. He did a quick count and totaled about twenty or thirty semis out of a hundred or so spots. Most parked near the trucker lounge and showers. Still, twenty to thirty men is a good night to use Faggot.
When Jack left Daddy Rick, they swapped phone numbers for Jack to coordinate via text with the night manager, Dave. Jack let him know that he was here. Dave replied that one of his workers would be round with a bag of special clothes for Faggot.
While waiting on the bag, Jack finished his log work on his phone. Faggot came forward to sit in the passenger seat.
Jack didn't look up from his phone. "Nobody told you to come up here."
Faggot slunk back to the bunk area. Jack returned to his logs.
It didn't take long for a young man to come out of the building and approach Jack's semi. He wore shorts that exposed the bottom half of his ass and compressed his dick to a non-existent bulge. His half shirt exposed his stomach. A thick collar encased his neck, while his ankle and wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs. But it was seeing knee pads on the boy that elicited a smile from Jack.
The boy was of age but looked like jailbait. He didn't care that he looked like a slut. Neither of the two drivers he passed thought it was out of the ordinary.
Jack rolled down his window. "Well hello there."
The boy stood next to Jack's door. He held up the bag. "Hello Sir. Sir Dave wanted me to bring you this for your slave."
Jack toyed with the boy. "Shouldn't you be on your knees presenting that to me with your eyes diverted?"
"Oh yes Sir. My apologies Sir!" The boy started descending.
"No. No. Back up a few feet away from my door."
The boy moved back and went to his knees. He held up the bag while looking at the asphalt. "Sir Dave wanted me to bring this to you, Sir."
Jack climbed down and stood directly in front of the prostrating boy. He took the bag. The boy initially started to get up, but immediately returned to place.
"Good boy. I wish my faggot was like this, fearful of my presence. You drink piss boy?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Open wide. And Faggot get your cunt down here."
With one hand Jack grabbed a hold of the boy's hair, jerking his head back. Jack's other hand unzipped his jeans. The boy looked excited before his demeanor changed to terror at the size of Jack's monster sized dick.
"Don't worry, I'm only taking a piss. It's not going down your throat."
The boy relaxed.
"At least not yet." Jack put his dickhead in the boy's mouth. Instantly the piss started to flow. "Well Faggot, your clothing has arrived. Let's see."
Jack handed Faggot a hot pink shirt. The fag took the tiny garment. He tried to put it on like any other shirt, but this one was a crop top with the word "CUNT" written in sequins dead center. There were two holes that were crudely cut out for the wearer's nipples.
Jack laughed and tossed a matching pink thong, one that barely covered the fag's cock cage. It clearly has been worn before, by someone a little bigger than Faggot as it is very loose.
With his bladder empty, Jack pulled his cock out of the boy, then motioned for him to return to his job.
The remaining pieces of ankle and wrist cuffs matched the boy's. The collar was a little bit different. The one going on Faggot was a shock collar made for dogs. Jack liked that idea for Faggot. Five padlocks left in the bag, secured the cuffs and collar.
"Get moving but walk slowly. I'll be right behind you."
As Faggot and Jack began their walk to the trucker entrance, a wolf whistle comes from one of the semis to the right. "Work that pussy!" Another shouted, "Now that is a cunt." The crowd of horny drivers grew more brazen.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, diesel, and arousal. Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he marched ahead, feeling every lewd comment and crude gesture like a physical blow. The hot pink thong and white sequined pink crop top did little to protect him from the penetrating stares.
Jack's voice cut through the noise, "That's right, boys. Faggot here needs a long shower. And maybe something... stronger. Something golden." His words hung in the air, challenging the drivers to take their advances to the next level.
A burly man with a thick grey beard and a mischievous grin stepped forward, unzipping his pants. "I got just the thing for that," he said, pulling out a hefty cock that stood at attention. "Golden shower, just like you said."
Jack nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Perfect." He shoved Faggot forward, who stumbled into the burly man's waiting arms.
Faggot's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. The burly man's grip on his arm was firm, almost painful, as he guided Faggot to kneel before him in the middle of the lot. The smell of musk and sweat wafted from the man's crotch, making Faggot's stomach churn. He glanced back at Jack, pleading for some kind of reprieve, but Jack only smiled coldly and nodded for him to proceed.
With trembling hands, Faggot reached out and grasped the burly man's rigid cock. The texture was rough, the skin warm and slightly damp. He began to stroke it slowly, feeling the weight and thickness in his hand. The burly man let out a deep groan, clearly enjoying the attention.
"That's it, boy," the burly man growled. "I hope you're thirsty."
Faggot's lips felt dry as he leaned in, opening his lips to take the tip of the cock into his mouth. The taste was salty and musky, a stark contrast to the clean, isolated environment of the semi-truck. He swirled his tongue around the head, eliciting a shudder from the burly man.
The atmosphere around them became charged with anticipation. Other drivers watched intently whether from their cabs or on the asphalt. Some groped themselves, others simply ogled with hungry eyes. The sounds of heavy breathing and muttered encouragement filled the air, creating a backdrop of primal energy.
The humiliation of being used like this, in front of so many strangers, made his cock twitch inside the cock cage underneath the flimsy thong. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, each gaze like a touch, sending shivers down his spine.
The burly man's grip tightened on Faggot's head as he thrust forward, forcing more of his cock into Faggot's mouth. Faggot gagged slightly, the pressure against his throat making it hard to breathe. He swallowed reflexively, trying to accommodate the intrusion, but the burly man wasn't satisfied with mere comfort.
He moved with a precision that spoke of experience. He slid smoothly into Faggot's mouth, the tip brushing the back of his throat. Faggot gagged again, the sensation intense and unfamiliar.
"Take it all, boy," the burly man commanded, pushing deeper, gripping Faggot's head with both hands. Faggot's eyes watered as he struggled to adjust, the sensation overwhelming. He could feel the edge of the burly man's pubic hair brushing against his nose, the heat of his body stifling.
Faggot's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The taste, the smell, the sounds of the crowd - it was all too much. Yet, somehow, he found himself responding, driven by an inexplicable need to please.
The burly man's groans grew louder, his hips bucking in response. Each movement sent shocks of pleasure and pain through Faggot's body, the dual sensations making his head spin. He could feel the drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, pooling on the ground beneath him.
Around them, the crowd grew restless, their voices rising in pitch. "Faster," someone shouted. "Make him choke!"
Encouragement turned to demands, the drivers eager to see more. Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Just when Faggot thought he couldn't take any more, the burly driver suddenly tensed, his movements becoming erratic. "Here it comes," he grunted, shooting his load deep into Faggot's throat.
Suddenly, without warning, the burly man pulled out, leaving Faggot gasping for breath and tasting the remnants of the man's load oozing out of the driver's dick head.
Faggot barely had time to register the change before he was once again engulfed in a world of raw, animalistic desire.
The driver looked at Jack. "He's going to do well here." He pulled Faggot back to his dick to lick up the mess.
Like a proud father, Jack replied with "That he will."
"I haven't seen you or your boy here before. New?"
Jack wanting more info on how this truck stop has changed replied, "I haven't been here in over twenty years. A lot seems to have changed, but other things haven't. There used to be a convenience store out front."
"Ever since they closed down the storefront and shut down the gasoline pumps, only drivers come back here. They let this place turn to shit. They let those trees over there block the lot lights. This was intentional. Only drivers who know about the true nature of this place come here. And if a driver is back here, that means he's here to play. Or at least watch. Some guys aren't really into the extreme stuff that can happen in the showers or the storeroom. From the looks of your boy here, I think you'll be fine."
"So these drivers are all..."
The driver completed Jack's sentence, "...Here to play. I don't know where they get the fuck boys, but there's usually a handful here so every man can unload. Other than Bobby here at night and Wally in the morning, fag boys don't last around here. Bobby was the attendant that brought you the bag."
Jack a little bit disappointed said, "So, me parading Faggot in as little clothes as he has on now doesn't have shock."
"No, it may not be shocking but is gets a rise out of these men. It's nothing to have some bitch boy walking around wearing nothing."
Jack took a step to Faggot and lightly yet firmly kicked him. "You heard the man. Get out of that shirt and thong."
The burly driver chuckled to himself. "I remember once seeing a boy walking around naked looking for the driver that brought him and was already gone. His driver was just done with him I guess. Once the men found out, they all helped out by fucking the hell out of him."
Jack addressed Faggot, "You hear that? Faggots get dumped here when their owners get tired of them. Keep that in mind."
Faggot looked up with a sense of hopelessness and fear.
The burly driver changed the subject, "I said I was going to give him my piss load, and instead gave him my wad. May I?"
"Go ahead. But piss on him. Let everyone see what a toilet he is."
"Around here urinals and toilets are two completely different types of boys."
"Oh this one is a full toilet. He's eaten nothing but shit and drank only piss for the past two days."
"I don't get it. That's not my scene. I can handle the whippings and beatings in the storeroom, but when the brown comes out in the showers, I have to get out of there. Speaking of which, after I hose him down, I need to roll."
Faggot sat on the ground. Jack commanded him to raise and spread his legs. The burly driver pissed on Faggot's cunt before aiming back and forth to his face.
This was causing a scene. The truckers around him erupted into a cacophony of whistles and catcalls. "Look at that pussy!" one shouted, his voice rough with excitement.
Another added, "Damn, boy, you're asking for it!"
The sound of boots hitting the asphalt echoed as several truckers got out of their cabs, drawn by the spectacle.
Jack leaned over and ordered Faggot, "Finger yourself. You are putting on a show."
Without hesitation, he reached down past the cock cage. He used the burly trucker's piss as makeshift lube to shove his finger into his cunt.
The truckers closed in, their shadows looming large over him. Faggot stretched his fingers, feeling the burn as they pressed against the tight ring of his hole. He could hear the ragged breaths of the men around him, their lust palpable in the air. The scent of sweat and gasoline mingled with something darker, more primal, filling his nostrils.
The burly trucker pat Jack on the shoulder. "You are going to do well here. I gotta get rolling. Enjoy." He left the assembling trucker group.
A tall thin trucker stepped forward, his cock already hard and straining against his fly. He unzipped with a swift motion, freeing his erection. Faggot didn't need to look up to know what was happening; he could feel the anticipation building in the crowd. The first trucker knelt beside him, his breath hot against Faggot's ear as he whispered, "You are going to be a whore here tonight?"
Faggot nodded, his fingers working faster, probing deeper. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through his body. He could feel the trucker's hand on his stomach, guiding him, encouraging him. The pressure built, each stroke of his fingers adding to the growing tension.
Another trucker with a thin mustache joined in, kneeling on Faggot's other side. This one had a short but thick cock, glistening with pre-cum. He gripped his shaft with one hand, the other reaching out to stroke Faggot's hair. "Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.
Faggot groaned, the sound low and guttural, vibrating through his chest. He could feel the weight of the truckers pressing in on him, their presence overwhelming and intoxicating. The asphalt beneath him seemed to pulse with the heat of their desire, the ground itself alive with the energy of the scene.
A third trucker approached, this one taller and leaner, his cock long and slender. He positioned himself behind Faggot's legs, his hands resting lightly on his hips. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice calm and commanding.
"Alright men! Back off!" was shouted by a bald, heavily tattooed man briskly walking towards the group.
His tank top tightly wrapped his torso showing of his slender musculature. His grey sweatpants did nothing to hide the swaying of his cock.
"The faggot will be in the shower room soon to take care of your needs. Back off."
The men started to break up. The first trucker that was fingerbanging Faggot shoved his ass slime covered calloused fingers into Faggot's mouth to be cleaned off. He was the last of the truckers to leave.
The tattooed man walked up to Jack. "We typically don't do things like this in the yard. We have a whole building set up for stuff like that. Not to say that it doesn't happen, but we don't like to have it out there." After an awkward pause, he thrust out his hand. "I'm Dave."
"Jack."
With a firm grip, Jack shook the man's hand, easily asserting dominance over Dave.
"So Rick has been telling me a lot about you and your shiteater here. He also said that we are to test him out and possibly make you an offer for him."
"That's what he said."
"We'll put him in the shower room. Those men that were just here will be lining up to use his holes. Here let me show you the set up. I have arranged for at least two feeders that will fill his stomach up. The day manager will probably drop a pile in its mouth too in the morning. Let me show you around."
Dave held open the door for Jack and then walked in behind him leaving Faggot to get his own door.
"Wow this place has changed. I know you guys took out the convenience store."
Dave added, "Yeah, that was before I started working here, but from what I've been told, it was the best decision. We converted that half to a smaller store for drivers, and an eatery over there. But this half of the store became the front lounge. We have a rule that no play happens here. All the men that come here are looking to play; they do that in the back. Out here they can chill."
Dave started walking down a small hallway to Bobby behind a counter. Bobby hands Dave a key with a keychain attached.
"You know Bobby. He tells me that you have great tasting piss. He also told me that your dick soft is bigger than 99% of the hard cocks here. I can't wait to see it in action. Over here are the front toilets for guys actually needing to use the bathroom."
Jack winked at Bobby as he follows Dave down a hall.
"Over here is our storeroom, that we transformed into a playroom. It's fully soundproof. You go in there, and you hear nothing, and no one hears anything on the outside: no screams, no whip cracks, nothing!"
"That seems a bit excessive for a truck stop in the middle of nowhere."
Dave looked over his shoulder at Jack, bounced his eyebrows, and smiled a devilish grin.
"Here come with me."
They stepped into the storeroom revealing a dimly lit room filled with shelves of supplies and equipment. But beyond that, concealed behind a false wall, was another door. This one was soundproofed, designed to keep the noise of whatever happened within contained.
Dave pushed Faggot into the room and closed the door with he and Jack on the outside. In Dave's hand was a small fob with a few buttons. The middle one was pressed.
"You hear that?"
Jack concentrated on his hearing. "No, nothing."
Dave opened the door, and Faggot could be heard screaming at the top of his lungs.
"That's the electric dog collar you put on him. And you didn't hear anything."
"Wow! That is really soundproofed." Dave started walking away, motioning Jack to follow. Jack barked at Faggot, "Get up."
Faggot took a few moments to recover before joining Dave and Jack.
"And here's the shower area." Straight ahead and on the right, there were three sinks. To the left of the sinks was a wall of lockers. There was a small room opposite the sinks with two urinals and two toilets. There are no partitions, no doors, and no privacy whatsoever. "If a guy is back here, he's here to play. The bathrooms out front are for bathroom shit, and these here are for play. Notice that there are hooks to chain a fag or a slave to. That rim seat between the two toilets are for toilet paper service. We don't supply TP back here. And here we are the shower area. Again, no privacy. The owner believes that removing privacy encourages play. The bench is good for kicking back and watching the shower area activities."
Dave handed Jack the key and chain.
"This is your locker right here. Perfect viewing of Roger taking a shower."
Along the left side of the shower stands a man about forty, average height, thin mustache, hairy with a medium sized cock.
"Hey Roger! This faggot will take care of you."
Dave shoved Faggot towards the wet man. Two other drivers walked in and began to undress, their cocks springing free.
"Anything raunchy goes on in here. The really raunchy shit should be limited to the shower and the toilet areas. We have a cleaning system that makes it easy. Have you ever heard of flushable drains? Probably not. But we got them. Oh and one thing. Your faggot is not your faggot back here. All men have access to him. He's here to be used any way the guys want. Those are standard rules."
Jack liked those rules. If he truly cared about Faggot, he would have said something.
"Why don't you take off those clothes and show off that legendary cock of yours? I'll be right back to play with your fag." He looked over to Faggot and Roger. "Roger is really giving it to him.
Roger was slam fucking Faggot in the face. For a non-descript man, Roger was really brutal in his fucks.
Jack walked over to his locker and started stripping, as two more drivers sauntered in.
"Hey, look at the pretty boy on his knees" one of them called out.
"Bet he loves getting used like that!"
Laughter echoed through the room.
Faggot struggled to keep up, his jaw aching from the effort. He could feel Roger's cock throbbing in his mouth, the muscles in the older man's thighs tensing as he neared his climax. "Fuck, yeah," Roger grunted, his voice strained. "Take it all, you dirty little cunt."
With a final, desperate thrust, Roger came, his cock pulsing as load after load of hot cum filled Faggot's mouth. Faggot gagged slightly, but managed to swallow it down, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Roger pulled out, breathing heavily, and gave Faggot's head a rough pat. "Good boy," he said, though his tone was more dismissive than appreciative.
Faggot remained kneeling on the wet tiles, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. The sound of the other men's laughter seemed to grow louder, and he could feel their eyes on him, undressing him with their stares. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the world, but it only made the sounds and sensations more acute.
A third trucker approached Faggot with cock in hand. One had begun pissing on Faggot's face.
An older driver sat down next to Jack, and timidly commented, "You got a hot boy there."
"He's not mine."
"Sorry. I didn't mean that he was... that he is..."
At this point the three men in the shower with Faggot looked over at Jack. Jack felt that he was going to be sought out for every move one of these men made. He got up and walked towards the center of the shower area. His 6'5" height and 300-pound frame made the men stand aside and stare. His semi-hard dick swaying from side-to-side. Even the truckers stripping at the lockers stopped to watch.
Jack approached the submissive boy who looked up and smiled. Jack raised his left hand and quickly with full strength slapped the faggot across the face, nearly knocking him out. His body slumped on the tile floor. His head rested on his left forearm.
"Men! I picked up this stray faggot yesterday. I do not own him or lay claim to him. He's just a fuckhole for me to dump my load into, a mouth to take my shit, a urinal for my piss, and a whipping post to take my beatings. So if you want to do something to him, do it. Don't worry about asking me, and don't you dare ask him. He's back here because I want to see men, real men, degrade him. He's an object for you to use however you want, nothing more, nothing less."
Faggot started to sit upright.
"Look how pathetic he is." Jack grabs him by his hair yanking his head back. "Yes boy, you are pathetic. Look at these men here. They are all stroking their cocks because they want to use you. Some want to fuck you, some will piss in you, and if you are lucky some will shit in your toilet of a mouth. They are not going to ask you if you want this, and they will ignore your tears. They are just going to do whatever they need."
He released his grip of Faggot's hair, causing him to fall on the floor. He walked away rock hard.
"Men, the faggot is all yours."
Jack walked out of the shower area through the group of naked truckers. One of them was a big man, not as tall as Jack, and not as hung as him, not even close. Rather he had the trucker body, fat in the belly, not overly obese, but chunky. He walked over to Faggot with two towels in his hands and stooped down to check him out closer.
"This is where you belong, boy. On your back! Ready to take whatever I dish out. 'Cause I'm going to pinch off a loaf."
Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he stared up at the giant above him. The other truckers, sensing the show about to unfold, cleared a wide berth around the center of the shower area, forming a ring of anticipation. Their laughter echoed off the tiled walls, each jeer adding to the weight of Faggot's humiliation.
"Toilet!" one shouted.
"Cunt!" another added, followed by raucous laughter.
The fat trucker threw the two towels still rolled up on both sides of Faggot. These were makeshift knee pads. The big guy dropped to his knees and planted his fat ass on Faggot's mouth.
"Here it comes, boy. Open wide."
Faggot's breath caught in his throat as the trucker settled over him. The man's heavy balls brushed against his forehead, the coarse hair tickling his skin. The weight of the man above him was oppressive, his knees digging into Faggot's ribs with each push. He forced his mouth open, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. The first wave hit him hard, warm and sticky, filling his mouth with an overwhelming taste of bitterness and decay. He gagged, his body instinctively recoiling, but the trucker's grip between his legs held him in place.
He got up to watch Faggot eat his turds. "That's it! Swallow it down, you little shit-eater!" Instead of kneeling back down, he just squatted a little to line up his shithole about a foot above Faggot's face.
Faggot's senses were bombarded. The smell was unbearable, a mix of sweat, dirt, and the undeniable stench of human waste. His ears filled with the sound of the truckers' jeers and the splattering of more excrement hitting his face. Each drop felt like a slap, driving home the reality of his situation. He swallowed convulsively, tears mixing with the mess on his face, his throat burning with the effort.
"Good boy. You're a natural at this. Open up again, I still got more in me."
The trucker continued his release, his muscles straining as he emptied his bowels onto Faggot. Faggot's vision blurred with tears, but he kept swallowing, trying to stay focused. The taste was vile, each mouthful a new level of degradation. He could hear the truckers laughing louder now, their voices tinged with delight at his suffering.
"That's one nasty fag," one of the truckers chuckled.
Another added, "He sure knows his place as a toilet."
The trucker got back down on his knees, but instead of sitting on the toilet's face, he shoved his five-inch cock into the faggot's mouth and started fucking it. "Gotta make sure he swallows it all."
Jack watched from the sidelines, somewhat pleased by the first trucker's use and abuse.
Dave, walked up to Jack. "Your faggot is quite talented. What's his story?"
"I just met him yesterday. He came up to me and told me that he was looking to be used. I used him. Don't know much about who he was before; don't much care. I don't even know his name. Don't need to. Makes it easier to kick him out. I see this place has changed, but not really. Still, lots of twisted drivers, which you guys cater to."
"Yeah. Word of mouth. It helps that the two big truck stops up the street attract the regular drivers. It's the same owner for both of them. He's usually down here once or twice a week. He's always on the lookout for the right fags."
The fat driver shouted out an orgasm.
Jack noticed Dave carrying a long metal link chain. "What's that for?"
"This." As the chunky driver started to walk to a showerhead, Dave walked up to an exasperated Faggot. "You ain't going anywhere."
The chain was secured to Faggot's right ankle and to the wall right outside the shower. Its range allowed Faggot to be anywhere in the shower or the toilet areas, but not for the sinks.
Dave towered over Faggot. "You're going to service every trucker here tonight. And I mean every single one. No breaks, no rest. You understand?"
Faggot's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and perverse excitement. Another nod, more resolute this time. Dave released his grip and stepped back, allowing the other truckers to close in around them.
"Let's start with something easy," Dave walked over to a locker and pulled out a plastic bottle with a yellow liquid inside. "These are two piss bottles I found in the lot tonight. You are thirsty right?"
Around them, the other truckers began to chant, their voices growing louder with each passing moment. "Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!"
Dave's hand gripped the back of Faggot's head, forcing his mouth to take the mouth of the bottle. "That's it, drink it all," Dave grunted, his hips bucking slightly as he fed more of his piss into Faggot's throat. "It tastes like shit when it's cold."
Faggot gagged, but his body responded instinctively, swallowing the anonymous piss. The taste of piss mixed with the remnants of previous substances filled his mouth, making his stomach churn. But he knew better than to resist.
Dave joined Jack at the bench near the lockers, as a nearly hairless driver knelt on the rolled towels left behind by the fat driver. He pulled Faggot into a doggy style position.
Dave asked Jack, "You enjoying watching your Faggot do his thing?"
Jack slowly and subconsciously plays with his cock, "It needs to happen. How long will this go on?"
"As long as it needs to. It will probably thin out around 3 or 4 AM, but he'll be used until the morning. I'll probably move him over to the toilets in the morning to offer toilet paper service."
An ex-military man stood to Jack's left. "Is this the fagmeat I've been hearing about?"
Dave replied, "Yup. I think you are going to like his toilet skills."
The man was easily fifty years old. He still sported a high and tight haircut with a perfectly trimmed salt and pepper mustache. He's very fit, with minimal hair on his pecs and a treasure trail leading down to his semi-hard big beer can of a cock.
Without taking his squinted gaze at the action, he addressed Jack, "And you are the one that brought him here?"
Jack replied, "Yup and he's all yours."
The man slowly turned his head to Jack. He was about to give a cold response when Jack's dick caught his attention. His demeanor relaxed. "That's a huge fucking cock."
Jack chuckled. "You got a big one there too."
The ex-military man leaned over and grabbed Jack's cock.
Jack calmly replied, "You know, if you keep your hand there, it's going to get hard, and your throat and cunt won't be safe." The man withdrew his hand. Jack looked over at Dave, "Is that Bobby available?"
"He's working at the moment."
The ex-military man interjects, "The man brought tonight's entertainment. Let him have his fun."
Dave replied, "Sure. I'll just cover for him. You can use the storeroom."
The ex-military man nods to Jack, and then walks into the shower. The men see him approach and move to the side as he circles Faggot as his prey.
"Who the fuck was that?" Jack asked Dave.
"Gary? He's a staple around here. He always comes out when there's a new toilet to try out."
"As for Bobby,..." Jack started to leave the shower area, leaving Faggot in the shower with Gary standing in front of him.
"You a hungry toilet?" was the only thing Gary said to faggot. All of the men there were watching and stroking their cocks.
Faggot's heart pounded as he lay with his back on the cold, tiled shower floor. The water cascaded down around him, mixing with his sweat and the lingering smells of the previous encounters. The ex-military man's presence loomed large, his shaved head glistening under the harsh light. He squatted three feet away, his thick cock already semi-hard and dripping with pre-cum.
"I asked you if you were hungry?" the man asked again, his voice a deep, commanding growl that sent shivers down Faggot's spine.
Faggot nodded, his throat dry despite the water streaming over him. He couldn't deny the twisted thrill that coursed through him, the anticipation of what was to come. The man smirked, clearly satisfied with Faggot's submission.
Without another word, the man stood, turned, and backed up until his ass was directly above Faggot's face. He lowered himself slowly, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he positioned himself just inches from Faggot's open mouth. The acrid smell of sweat and musk filled Faggot's nostrils, mixed with the faint scent of soap from the shower.
"Lick," the man ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Faggot obeyed, his tongue darting out to taste the flesh above him. The skin was rough, slightly salty, and the texture was unfamiliar against his tongue. He licked tentatively at first, but soon found himself exploring further, his tongue tracing the crease between the man's cheeks. The man groaned softly, his grip tightening on his own cock as Faggot's tongue worked its way closer to its target.
The moment Faggot's tongue touched the puckered rim of the man's asshole, a jolt of pleasure and disgust shot through him. The taste was stronger here, almost overpowering, but Faggot forced himself to keep going, licking and probing with increasing fervor. The man's groans grew louder, his hips bucking ever so slightly as he encouraged Faggot's efforts.
"That's it, boy," Gary rumbled, his voice vibrating through Faggot's entire body. "Clean me good."
Faggot obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of the tight hole. The sensation was intense, both humiliating and exhilarating at once. He could feel the man's muscles clenching around his tongue, the warmth and wetness making his own caged cock twitch in response. The taste was overwhelming, but Faggot reveled in it, his mind consumed by the primal need to please this dominant figure above him.
After what felt like an eternity, the man finally pulled away, standing up and wiping his hands on his thighs. He looked down at Faggot with a satisfied smile.
"Not bad," he muttered, giving Faggot's cheek a rough pat. "I need to take a massive shit really bad," he announced, his voice low and gravelly.
Faggot's heart skipped a beat. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with tension. The man's muscles tensed, his face contorting slightly as he prepared himself. Without warning, he began to empty out his ass while barely squatting, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. His shit splattered on the floor not three feet in front of faggot
The smell hit Faggot first, a pungent mix of sweat and waste that made his stomach churn. But there was no escape, no way to avoid the degrading spectacle unfolding before him. The man's expression remained stoic, almost triumphant, as he continued to relieve himself.
Faggot's mind raced, torn between disgust and a twisted sense of arousal. The sight and smell were overwhelming, but the raw power and control exhibited by the man above him sent a shiver down his spine.
As the man finished, he stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs once more.
"Eat!" he ordered, his tone leaving no room for refusal. Faggot hesitated, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. But he knew there was no other option.
Slowly, he crawled forward, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch the mess. The texture was foreign, the smell overpowering, but Faggot forced himself to continue.
Faggot, on all fours, hesitantly approached the mess left by Gary. The pungent smell made his stomach churn, but he knew there was no turning back. He lowered his head and began to eat, each bite a testament to his submission. The taste was overwhelming, but he forced himself to continue, knowing that this was part of his degradation.
As Faggot ate, he felt eyes on him. Glancing up, his view was met by Gary's stern look.
Meanwhile, other truckers were lining up, their cocks hard and ready. Faggot's heart raced as he realized what was coming next. Faggot started to turn to take care of them.
Gary stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Not yet," he growled, ensuring that Faggot's focus remained on the task at hand. "Finish your meal first."
The ex-military sadist placed his foot on the back of Faggot's head to keep his face in the pile of shit. Faggot ate as fast as he could. The taste was rancid, but the humiliation and the dominance compelled him forward. Gary moved his foot to the top of Faggot's right hand. His other foot stood on Faggot's left hand. Faggot couldn't pull back; he was trapped with his face in the man's shit and his ass up facing the other truckers.
Faggot's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but he obeyed, continuing to eat. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
Gary pointed to Faggot's ass. "One of you get up here and fuck this cunt."
A younger man in his twenties stepped forward; his cock was raging hard. The trucker positioned himself behind Faggot, his cock pressing against the tight entrance. Faggot took a deep breath, steeling himself for the onslaught of pain and pleasure that was to come.
"Now don't take it easy on him. Shit eaters need to be reminded that they exist to consume waste and that their holes are the playthings for men."
The young man didn't take long before emptying his balls into Faggot. A new trucker took his place.
Gary was laser focused on the fag eating his entire meal, ensuring that everything proceeded as he wanted it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Faggot finished. He looked up, his face smeared with the remnants of his meal. Gary gave him a nod of approval. "Now," he said, "Start licking the floor. I see some shit streaks."
Faggot looked down and extended his tongue.
A couple more truckers emptied their balls into him as he licked up the waste. He was getting tired. The men seemed to thin out. Yet the ones who stayed cheered on whoever was fucking.
He could feel their judgment, their approval, all at once. It was a moment of pure degradation, one that would stay with him long after this night ended.
As he finished cleaning, Gary nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad," he muttered, giving Faggot a rough pat on the head. He turned around to face away from the faggot. He stepped on the shit eater's forearms and hunched down. His hairy ass parted.
"Now clean up my shithole."
Gary grabbed Faggot by his hair, pulling his head back. With him standing on his arms, the fag couldn't do anything to ease the strain on his neck and head. After leaning back, a bit on his heels, Gary let go of Faggot's head. It snapped forward right into his unwiped crack.
The crowd of truckers busted out cheering and laughing.
After a couple minutes of Faggot's toilet paper service, Gary felt like what he wanted to do was done. He was curious to see what Jack was doing with Bobby. He stood up and looked at the exhausted faggot.
"Now, let's see how you handle the rest of them."
Faggot's body trembled as he lay in the shower, the water cascading over him. Gary had finished with him, leaving him to the mercies of the other men who crowded around, their eyes hungry and eager. Faggot could feel their hands on him, tracing lines of dominance and possession. He swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next, but unable to resist the pull of submission that had taken root deep within him.
Gary, his face stern and unyielding, turned and walked away from the shower. His footsteps echoed through the tiled bathroom, a sound that seemed amplified by the enclosed space. He made his way past the rows of lockers, through the narrow hallway, until he reached a door marked "Storeroom."
He entered the hidden playroom, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The room was a maze of sex furniture: bondage beds, fuck benches, and contraptions designed for humiliation and pleasure, all illuminated with red lights. In the center of it all, Jack was fucking Bobby, the store clerk, with a savage intensity. Bobby lay on his back on a fuck bench, his legs spread wide and held in place by leather straps, his ass raised high and vulnerable. Jack's cock pistoned in and out of him, each thrust driving a grunt from Bobby's throat.
Gary, watched for a moment, his presence unnoticed by the two men caught up in their own world of dominance and submission. Gary's eyes roved over the scene, taking in every detail. Jack's ass muscles bunched and relaxed with each movement, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Bobby's face was a mask of concentration, his teeth gritted against the pain and pleasure that warred within him.
Gary cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the heavy air like a knife. "Enjoying yourself, boy?"
Jack paused mid-thrust, glancing over his shoulder at Gary and recognized him from the showers. A smirk played across his lips, tension still evident in his body. "Didn't hear you come in."
"The soundproofing in here kills a lot of noise."
"Kinda weird. Seems like overkill."
"Not when slaves are screaming at the top of their lungs as they are broken in."
"I prefer to silence faggots the natural way with a cock down a throat or and ass on the face."
Gary nodded his head, his expression unreadable. "Mind if I use your fag here for clean-up duty?"
Bobby's eyes fluttered open, meeting Gary's gaze. There was a mixture of fear and curiosity in his stare, as if trying to gauge the familiar man's intentions.
"Sure," Jack murmured, his voice low and measured.
Gary straddled Bobby's face, and the store clerk started licking Gary's shitty hole.
Gary's eyes narrowed as he watched Jack's thick, veiny cock pound into Bobby's tight ass. Gary's own cock, a solid 8.5 inches, resting on Bobby's chest, twitched, the familiar ache of arousal building in his groin. He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position as his legs were spread awkwardly around Bobby's head.
"Fuck, man!" Gary muttered under his breath, "you really do have a monster down there."
Jack smirked, his eyes briefly flicking up to meet Gary's gaze. "I do." he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. "Yours is what seven inches?"
Gary chuckled, uncrossing his arms and reaching down to adjust himself with a tug. "Eight and a half."
Bobby moaned loudly, his face contorted with pleasure as Jack's cock plunged deeper into his hole. His tongue darted out, licking at Gary's puckered entrance with practiced precision, the wet, slurping sounds muffled by the room. Gary shuddered, the sensation of Bobby's tongue probing him sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
"Keep going," Gary growled, his voice low and commanding. "Don't stop until I say so."
Bobby whimpered but obeyed, his tongue working faster, pressing harder against Gary's sensitive skin. Jack picked up the pace as well, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the air thick with heat and tension.
Gary's mind wandered, thinking about the differences between his own cock and Jack's. He knew they were both well-endowed, but there was something undeniably impressive about Jack's size. It wasn't just the length--though that was certainly a factor--but the girth as well. Jack's cock was thick, almost painfully so, and when it moved inside Bobby, it was like watching a piston driving into a well-lubricated engine.
"Still thinkin' about my dick?" Jack asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Can't blame you. It's pretty damn impressive, if I do say so myself."
Gary snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep fucking Bobby before he passes out from the effort."
Jack laughed, the sound deep and resonant. "He can take it. Can't you, Bobby?"
Bobby nodded fervently; his mouth still pressed against Gary's ass. "Yes... yes, sir," he gasped out, his voice shaky with exertion.
Gary reached down, gently cupping Bobby's chin and guiding his head back. "Alright, that's enough for now," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Good job, kid."
Bobby looked up at Gary, his eyes wide and grateful. "Thank you, sir," he whispered, his breath hot against Gary's skin.
Gary gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to Jack. "So, what's next? You gonna keep riding him like a horse, or are you finally gonna let me have a turn?"
Jack raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing. "What, you think you can handle this big boy?" he asked, giving his cock a playful slap.
Gary chuckled. "I'm talking about fucking the fag here. I don't get fucked."
With that, Jack turned his attention back to slamming his cock into Bobby, his cock resuming its relentless assault on the young man's ass.
To ease the tension, Gary added, "This boy puts out for every driver. His pussy is taking yours with little effort. What do you say to about us both up his cunt?"
For the first time, Bobby was terrified.
Jack smiled. "Fuck yeah. I want to hear his screams muffled by this room."
Gary and Jack pulled away. They both looked at the equipment in the room. The ex-military man grabbed Bobby by the hair and pulled him over to the fuck bed.
"This should be the right height, especially for you being so tall." Before the double fuck could begin, Gary made a quick grab of Jack's slimy cock. His hand didn't go all the way around.
Jack in turn pulled Gary's cock and put it next to his. There were no doubts in either man's mind that Jack had the extra length and girth.
"Well that settles it." Jack proudly stated. "That makes me the man here."
Gary trepidly looked up at Jack. He knew where Jack was going with this. All his life, Gary had the biggest dick. He always viewed himself that he was the alpha male because of it.
"And it makes you the bitch." Jack shoved him back onto the fuck bed.
Gary was pissed, at Jack's aggressions, but deep down Gary's own views on male hierarchy knew that Jack was right.
Jack addressed Bobby, "Faggot, climb up on that tiny cock of his."
The words stung, but Gary didn't have time to reflect on it as Bobby climbed on his cock facing the man.
Jack pushed him forward so that he was laying on Gary's muscular chest. Jack's hand ran down the fag's crack to the stretched-out cunt. His calloused thumb ran along the edge where the pussy ended and Gary's hard on began.
After a slight tug on Gary's full balls, Jack stood between the two's spread leg. Reaching for lube from the nearby dispenser, he applied more than normal to his cock. "Ok fag get ready to be split into two."
Jack started with just his cock head. As it went in, he didn't relent until he was balls deep. He felt Gary's cock underneath his.
Jack began to thrust, his movements steady and controlled. He could feel Gary's cock under his, the heat of it radiating against his own shaft. Their thrusts were at different paces.
Bobby screamed, his whole body trembling as he took both men's cocks at once. "Fuck... Take it out!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.
Jack responded, "Hey cunt! I'm trying to fuck here, no one wants to hear your opinion of what's going on in your ass. And you..." Jack then looked at Gary, "Stop fucking. I'm in control of this fuck, and I want my cock to rub against yours. If you can't handle this one thing, I might as well go back to my faggot in the shower."
Gary had never been treated like this. It was usually him who treated faggots and lesser men this way. He was turned on; there was no mistaking it. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold off just a little longer.
Bobby was writhing beneath them, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "Please... please, take it out!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation.
Jack's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Stay with me boy!" he panted, his voice strained.
Jack intensified his thrusting. Jack began smacking Bobby's ass. He knew he was about to unload. "I'm close!"
He leaned over Bobby, pressing his lower torso onto the boy.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Jesus!"
He started to cum. Jack realized his was not only cumming in Bobby's cunt, but he was cumming all over Gary's cock. He knew it was a massive load.
Pulling out caused a glop of cum to roll down Gary's shaft onto his balls.
Jack commanded, "Faggot, ride that cock now. Do not stop until he unloads in you too. Even if he tells you to stop, you are to continue. I'm in control here. Not him."
Those words hit Gary hard. He could not believe that he was being made a bitch, and more shocking was that he wasn't responding.
Laying on top of the Gary, Bobby rode that single cock as Jack came around to the two of them, his cum and ass slime covered cock was still hard.
He squeezed out a sizable glob of cum from his cock, collecting it on his two fingers. He brought it over as if to have Bobby lick it off, but instead shoved it into Gary's mouth and made sure that it was buried deep.
"That's to remind you who I am and what I think of you."
Gary was stunned. Bobby was way more surprised.
"If you are thinking that you want to get back at me, my faggot is in the shower. Take it out on him." Jack reached over to get some paper towels to clean up. "I'm going back to my truck to get some sleep. If you want, you can tell Faggot that I drove off without him. Or don't. I don't care."
Jack turned and slapped Bobby's ass, "Get back to riding this dildo with a pulse."
This being objectified by Jack sent Gary into orgasm, shocking Gary. Bobby was fearful as to what this would mean.
Jack couldn't care less. He just walked out.
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