TX U S 69 Hook-Up by Mike Austin
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II.
Rick gave flight instructions and arrangements on Thursday of the week. The routine was established and I did as directed. The arrival, pick-up, room stall and secrecy was S.O.P.
I'd learn to appreciate the tension and intrigue. It added to Rick's control of me.
We left the airport terminal in silence. The tension built in the truck cab as we headed for the hotel. Once in the room the following weekend. Rick peppered me with questions: had I cum, was I plugged, did I bring the same gear as last weekend; then he nodded to a bag on the dresser and simply spoke "yours". I was intrigued and wanted at first to rip it open but stalled and offered only "may I sir"? His approval nod gave more urgency to unwrapping the gift this Man, My New Master had bought me. He knew the control he was gaining over me as did I and as I unwrapped the bag, the set of black Ben-Wa Balls, fell into my hands. My glutes instinctively clenched, and grinning, turned to Rick and then onto my knees, bowed my head and offered "my thanks Sir". "As you become more and more mine, there will be more symbols and gifts of your ownership and my control" he acknowledged. He told me to get him ready for a shower and removed his workboots, socks, his workshirt and underlying T as he stood, I remained kneeling and unhooked his belt, his fly and tugged off his uniform pants and well-worn and stained boxers. I asked to feel his crotch on my face and he gripped my head, pulled my face into his hairy crotch and I savored the Alpha before me. Reaching the back of my head w/his left hand, he guided my face into his workboot, as he rubbed and fingered, probed my hole with his right. Finding the plug, he tapped the base and I squirmed eagerly as the plug tip bounced against my boi-gland and made me leak and needy at the same time. I controlled my sub-dick to prevent getting hard and it took all my energy and focus to stop it. Sir's tap tap tapping on the plug base stirred me to a frenzy and my own pre-cum streamed out and onto the carpet. Seeing it, Rick guided my head from his workboot to the floor and instructed me to "clean up my mess". I complied. Rick instructed me to "go to the Cheddar's diner across the parking lot and get supper", I plugged in my laptop, loaded their menu and we ordered; I left him in the shower and returned then stood knocking at the door, food bags in hand. A couple passed me, then a single guy and another couple before Rick opened the door and I slipped in; His further demonstration of my control and submission. I wondered if Tom was there, and had he been any one of the three guys from the hallway? We ate after I set out everything and Rick watched with amusement. When done, he offered only "good boy", smiled scratched my head and reinforced his approval. I ALMOST asked to set my food on the floor, but held off. When we finished and I'd picked up the containers, Rick stood, reached into the drawer and pulled my collar out, belted it in place had me squat back on my haunches "like a good boy" and then told me to "bark and wag my tail". The plug was so far in me and my guts were tense from the flight, walk, now supper and being horny, that I almost forgot about needing to pee.
He sat back in the chair spread his legs wide and nodded for me to attend him. I crawled to his crotch, bowed my head and nuzzled his low slung bag, then licked up his firm tube to the head and lapped him slowly, maintaining eye contact as I did. He watched me intensely and nodded approvingly as I loved the ALPHA MANHOOD. Using his left hand to my forehead, he pressed my face away from his crotch and cock. It sprang up firmly and arched to his abs. His right hand began a slow stroke, pausing at the head before sliding back down to his base, over and over again, repeating the same pause and teasing me repeatedly. I licked my mouth each time he tugged his fist to the head. Once he tilted his shaft near my face and I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, but got nothing more than a re-enforcement of my submission and total control. He stroked faster, his head swelled further, then smacked my face with his hardon; each time me offering up "Thank You SIR". You could tell he was aching for release and his dick was steely hard. He stood, walked to the end of the bed, patted the mattress, I jumped at the chance and rolled to my back, dropping my head off the edge of the bed, looking up at the hard ALPHA as he began feeding me. I knew to keep my mouth wide until given the "close" command at which point he would begin throat fucking me intensely. My eyes welled up as the throat fuck increased and his heavy, hairy balls dragged back and forth across my eyes. My nose tea-bagged him so perfectly like this. His head was lodged deeply and he began gripping my Adam's Apple under the leather collar, with his right hand and working my nips with his left. "Stay" he ordered, pulled out of my throat, I was gasping for air as he reached in my tote and hauled out the nipple clamps. The clamps applied and me showing sufficient pain, he resumed his throat pulling the chain between my nips up and screwing them in place it seemed. I was lost in his passion and my own submission when WHACK WHACK WHACK across my sub-dick that had involuntarily boned up. My whimpers made him whack my softening sub-dick further and then my submissive balls. "Spread open wide" came his command and as I did, felt his right palm smack my sub-balls firmly sending deep back and gut pain racing to my brain and back. More whimpers, and more as I got throat fucked harder. His dick swelled to an unbelievable thickness and in a short few seconds he shoved both hands down on my sore nips and slammed his cum down my throat. I gulped as much as I could, my throat muscles clenching him but his cum shot back through and out my nose; "fucking faggot pig submissive craving ALPHA CUM" he spewed, before emptying his balls in me and withdrawing his still-engorged dick from my raw burning throat. I panted and heaved my nips burning, my balls still generating that deep ball pain, my focus spread between appreciation and agony as I tried my best to remain soft. "Go pee" came the directive, "now"! The plug in my ass made peeing a chore, but I soon started and felt real relief.
I returned to find Rick kicked back in bed, watching tv. I kneeled beside the bed and offered my appreciation and gratitude; my THANKS. I knew this man, this ALPHA MAN would use me to his extent and pleasure and wondered if there was an ongoing future for us or if he would tire of me in a week or more and end it. I shudder and almost began to cry from that fear and rested my forehead on the edge of the mattress. Rick reached over and cupped the back of my head, as though he knew my thoughts and fears.
He watched tv for an hour or so and neither spoke to or acknowledged me further than the cupped hand behind my head. As the night news came on, he looked over then slid to the center of the bed and patted the warm spot he'd been in that was my signal to lay beside him. I did, we snuggled and would go to sleep with my back curled against his chest. Comfort is a 7 letter word I thought as I fell asleep.
I woke to Rick squeezing my sub-balls. The intense pain again reminded me of his authority. He dragged me to my feet, led me to the head, shoved my shoulders down and tapped my head, the command to open my mouth wide. The hot, intense stream filled my mouth and I gulped as fast as possible but the deep yellow flushed out my mouth, down my chest and onto the tile floor beneath us. When he finished, he smacked his dick across my face, told me to clean it up, then come get dressed for breakfast. I made quick clean-up and came out into the room. Another package was on the edge of the bed and Rick nodded to it when I emerged. I opened the bag and found a silver thong. He nodded and I quickly slipped into it and modeled for him, not as a fem boi, but as his submissive. He nodded approval, stood, turned me to face the mirror and standing behind me now pulled my back to his torso and cupped my nips, ran his hands down my torso and squeezed the small pouch of the thong before bending my head back and kissing me deeply. I melted in his arms. We dressed, he told me to wait at the elevator and he'd be out. I waited for 10 minutes as several people called the car, left in it, more exited, others left and each set offered to hold the elevator doors for me; I nodded thanks but "waiting for a friend". Rick ambled down the hall unconcerned about the long wait, actually delighted I knew. I called the car, and he said, "no we'll take the stairs" turned and disappeared downstairs in front of me. He emerged in the small hall beside the lobby, walked outside and headed for his truck. I followed a respectful distance, then got in the passenger seat and sat quietly, the plug and thong still in place. We headed for Denny's entered, got seated and he ordered for us both as I remained silent, submissive. "The waitress brought our coffee and left for other tables as Rick offered, "you're learning fast, that's good". Our waitress retuned with orders and I gobbled it down, hungrier than I imagined I'd be. The wind from Friday had continued today and Rick offered no flights today I bet and made the whirlybird pattern with his hands. "Need to check with maintenance though on my bird, hydraulics light came on as I was setting `er down yesterday; you ready" he asked and I nodded affirmatively, left a tip, grabbed the check from his fur covered paw and moved ahead to pay the cashier. He glared, walked to his truck while I got my change and as I got in came the rebuke "don't EVER fucking do that again you fucking faggot". He went on, "you're mine, I take care of things, I handle things, I use things and you're a THING you got it"? We remained silent the way to the hangar. I feared my attempted good gesture may have risked losing MY ALPHA MAN. Remaining in the truck while he was inside going over the maintenance issues gave me ample time to rethink taking anything for granted or making any decisions on my own for, with or about this man. It was clear he was in control and I was to do as told or trained and nothing more. I squirmed in the seat a bit as the throng strap slid against the end of the plug in my butt. My ring was swollen and eager for dick, even with it being plugged and stimulated with the strap and it added to the mix; the sensation was getting the desired results.
Suddenly Rick exited the hanger and headed to the truck. He got in, looked at me, and posed, "so did you think about your fuck up at Denny's"? Head down, "yes SIR I'm sorry", I offered nothing more and sat in silence. We drove away to a Boy Scouts of America facility en route to the motel. The parking lot was empty though on the corner of a couple of moderately trafficked streets. He backed in, leaned his seatback to a recline position and directed me to suck his dick. I was freaking out that some BSSA dad and son would show up or the cops would see the truck and come to investigate, but my fear dissipated when he unzipped and pulled his dick out and began stroking. In no time I was going down on MY ALPHA MAN with zeal. He gushed pre-cum and I swallowed very cc he produced. My own slobbering sounds filled the cab and I sucked like a vacuum. It took very little time and suddenly his hands slammed down on the back of my skull and he flooded my throat with his hot cum. I gulped repeatedly to swallow every shot and when he was done, he released the clamped hands from the back of my head and said "good boy". I felt forgiven for Denny's.
We went back to the motel. As we stepped off the elevator, the housekeeper was at Rick's room, she waved to the man she knew as the occupant and he told me to get back on the elevator and come back in ten minutes. I knew not to question him and followed his directive, going back downstairs to wait my time in the lobby. I had ample time to see lots of eye candy; married guys w/their families, single blue-collar dudes, old dads and a few questionable "bois". I sat silently watching the clock and waiting to return to my MAN. At exactly 9 minutes I called the elevator, took the slow hydraulic device to level 2 and stepped out, scouting for the errant housekeeper. I walked quickly to Rick's door and knocked, found it ajar; I entered calling his name. He stepped from the head, nodded my way and I closed the door behind me. "That was close" I remarked. He chuckled and patted the bed. I rolled on my back, "no all 4s" he directed. I complied. He looked at us in the mirror at the end of the bed. "good imagery" he said. I nodded agreement. "Wag your tail like a pup" he ordered. I complied. "Now bark" I did. "Are you a happy pup" he posed. I knew instinctively to bark AND wag my tail. He smiled. He reached for the remote, flicked on the tv, then scrolled to a Pay For Porn site; it was straight sex and the MILF was being double-fucked by two pool guys. We sat in silence watching, I was so horny I could have screamed and begged to be fucked. I flashed to what it would be like to have a 3 way with Rick and his g/f? I then flashed to serving both Rick and Tom, though had no idea what Tom even looked like, or in the hangar with Rick and his mechanics or Rick watching me service the mechanics, my mind was racing through all the possible scenarios. I wondered about any book stores/video arcades that might have glory holes that Rick would take me to and have me service dicks there? The movie action was really heating up. One guy on his back, the MILF riding him, the other guy butt fucking her, all in perfect sync. "You want that boi", Rick suggested more than asked, "you want to be double dicked or gang-banged; you want to be a total cumslut to show me your dedication to me"? I simply nodded yes but remained silent. He ran his hand down my back and across my butt, I flexed my glutes at his touch, he caressed each glute and I responded again. "I bet you'd look good taking a dick in your throat and two in your sub-hole", he continued then added, "stretched wide". We resumed watching the movie. When it ended, he stood, told me to strip, kicked off his shoes and socks as I was getting naked, tugged off his Tshirt, revealing that furry chest, then pointed tot eh floor in front of him and I dropped, his hips tilted forward and I rubbed my face there on his crotch, slowly; he began to throb, I looked up, he glared down and nodded. His cock and balls free from his jeans, he stepped out of the legs and reached in the side table for lube. I jumped up on the bed, then got back down to find him grinning; "good boi" I barked and wagged my tail in excitement. He told me to tug off the thong. I did. He then orderd that I tug out the plug, then push it back in slowly and repeat 5 times, counting off each as I did. I complied. He knew he was working me into a frenzy. After 5 plug pumps, he walked stroking and lubing his cock, me still on all fours on the floor, mounted me hard and fucked me even harder for what seemed EVER. I panted with each thrust, moaned and gripped as firmly as I could, releasing and tensing to maximize his pleasure. He grew closer and closer. Ordered me to count his fucks, I did. They grew faster and faster; his hardon building to orgasm. He was so hard in me and finally grabbed my shoulders, pulled me back, told me to "arch your back slut" I curved up to his ongoing thrusts and suddenly felt his tension give way and my hole flooded with his cum shots. He panted harder and harder until release and then held my hips to finish his orgasm before pulling out, standing and feeding me his spent dick. As I sucked him deeply, he fingered my freshly fucked sub-hole, then two and then three, spreading his cum on my outer ring. My moans filled the room, even while swallowing his cock. We ordered pizza and afterwards I'd been given the ok to pee. We settled into watching some tv; then the rest of Saturday night I was fucked every hour, almost on the hour. He withheld letting me blow him all night though. My hole was engorged and need his fuck each time and even more often. How could I fly back home I wondered, not from the fuck pain but how could I be away from THIS ALPHA?
Sunday morning his cell rang. It was work and he was called to take a small crew to a rig while the weather had improved, then return and ferry another crew out and back as a shift switch. That would cut short our plans, but knew duty calls and he was not about to lose the crew changes. We cleaned up, he plugged me again and had me wear the thong, and we left for the airport. Said our good-byes and MY THANKS and he left for the hangar, I watched and saw him lift off about a 12/ hour later. His chopper did a little tilt as he cleared the zone and wondered if that was an intentional bye-boi for me; at least I could imagine it? I would have a 5 hour wait if I couldn't catch an earlier flight out. I learned I'd just missed the first flight out of the day but the next one was at noon, only a 3 hour wait. I sat hurting, in silence, alone, cruising the airport workers and other passengers, thinking of MY MAN.