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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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It all happened so fast back then in ‘74 and with so very little that I could do about it that I just fell into the person that other men wanted me to be. I was tired of the little New England town I lived in and wanted to find a better place in the world to live. So, I packed up my backpack and hit the road for the Left Coast .

I barely had enough money to eat for a week, but I always had a way of making things work and I had always been able to pull my butt out of just about any jamb I got it into. Hitch hiking was in my blood and had been my only means of conveyance for several years, so I figured I could do just as well on the long distance road as anyplace. Most of my rides came from either the truly good hearted people, or men hoping for a wild adventure at my expense.

My name is Solomon, or Sol for short. I was a perv’s perfect ideal for getting a chance to walk on the wild side back then and didn’t really have a clue as to why. Nowadays I know it was because I had just turned eighteen, had a lithe body, long hair, and nothing they ever said ever received a negative reaction. But being from a small town, I never once did anything untoward with any of those trying to proposition me. Besides, I had never done anything with a guy before and it was still very taboo even for me.

Things went pretty well for the first five or six hundred miles of my three thousand mile adventure. I met a lot of interesting people, had a couple even buy me some food, and only got hit on slightly. That last item kept me thinking though; what would I do after dark when my constant fear of running out of money got the best of me? I had already sort of made up my mind that if any man was insistent enough, this might very well be the time to try something. I guess I should be real here and say that I meant that if a man plied me just right, I did want to see what cock tasted like. I was very reluctant to get myself into that position, as much as I wanted to see what it was like, so it wouldn’t be easy for any guy to achieve. Or, at least I didn’t think it would come about so hard and fast.

I had just crossed into Ohio when my newest ride seemed “odd” to say the least. He was a traveling salesman for a drug company and to my surprise, turned out to be one hell of a salesman at that. He was nothing special as far as men go, in his forties, gruff looking, and a non-stop talker. He was also a drinker and had a mixed drink in his hand all the time. Just about seven o’clock he spun the subject to my sex life. That was when I caught on that he had been buttering me up for over an hour. I knew what he wanted and despite his age and appearance, I decided that perhaps a guy half in the bag would help make things safer for me. I dropped my “defiance” a little and waited for him to break me down. Surprisingly, he never did come right out and make one of the usual propositions I had often been given.

Out of nowhere, he pulled off the highway into a motel. His actions were a little too abrupt for me and I finally started getting nervous (as usual at this point), but he soothed my fears by giving me a plausible explanation. He wanted to shower and knew this place had rooms that rented by the hour just for such purposes. I didn’t really believe him, but it was also a plausible way for me to retain my naivety.

He went to rent the room and it wasn’t until I was actually walking through the doorway that my nerves really kicked in. I had to come to terms with my reluctance over doing something I had thought about doing so many, many times before. I wanted to get seduced for my first blowjob, but I still had that foolish male pride issue bouncing around my head that kept everything tremendously frightening for me.

The man got another drink for himself and started taking off his clothes right there in front of me while sitting on the bed. He asked me if I wanted to take a shower after he was finished and I told him I wasn’t interested. When he shucked his underwear towards the floor, I found myself needing to take a quick glimpse his way to see what a man in his forties looked like. I was dumbfounded as any virgin might be when I saw his cock was bobbing out in front of him showing his sexual interests were in high gear.

That was what made my reluctance turn into hope that he had a special way of overcoming it. When I look back on it, I now know that as it is today, whenever a man has garnered an erection in front of me I feel somewhat ensnared. Seeing that a man had a serious boner for me, I got nervously excited and couldn’t deny the swelling I felt my own cock doing at the moment. I was properly prepared to be broached for the obvious, and I could feel it coming. The man stood, walked over to me, and stood just inches in front of me. He asked if I would rather take a shower with him and I freaked.

“I’m not that way,” I said and backed away.

Luckily, he had what I had been hoping for and his sex drive overtook the both of us. He came back close to me and reached his hand out to grab my crotch through my shorts. When he fingered my hardon as if to indicate that my body was choosing to betray my real desire, he told me he knew I wasn’t gay, but that I was going to “do this” for him anyway. He backed me into the wall and continued to feel my crotch roughly as he began his argument as to why I would do as I was told. He was bigger than I was, but in his state of inebriation, I figured I could stop him if I really freaked out too bad. After a minute or so, I allowed him to see that I could probably be placed into the right position if he really wanted to; both mentally, and physically.

I could feel him pushing his hardon into me as if to get me use to it and finally he took my hand and made me feel it. My mind raced back to the one time I had actually felt another boys’ cock many years earlier on a dare, and he was much harder and larger. He was still only about six inches at best, but that was still a bit larger than my self and thus interesting to feel first hand.

After all the times I had fantasized about this happening, when his hand went to my shoulder to coax me to me knees, I resisted in an absolute ball of nerves. My hand was still on his organ though, and the heat from it gave me such an odd desire to care for the man’s needs. He was after all, hard for me, and that made what he wanted seem so much more needed than wanted. I allowed him to win over me slowly as I felt my knees buckling under me, until I found my hands going to his hips to control his timing. It was such an outrageous feeling to have my hands on another man’s bare hips knowing that I was being placed into position to give my first blowjob.

He started rubbing the wet tip of his cock against my lips while coaxing me into accepting it willingly, but my reluctance of giving up my manliness that I had worked all my life to build wasn’t allowing me to comply. That was when his demeanor changed from “selling” me on the idea of doing it switched to demanding I take care of his needs. His sudden aggression made me both fearful of the predicament I was in and somewhat swayed that he was insisting just the right amount. His hand pushed against my forehead and for a very short second I thought he was going to release me and tell me to get lost, but instead his fingers spread and pushed through my long hair until he had a firm grip on me.

My head was forced backwards which had the effect of forcing my mouth open. Before I realized why he was forcing my head back, he took the opportunity to insert his cock between my lips. It was done just that quick and painlessly at that. My mind was reeling over the sudden impact of losing my machismo, but my oral cherry had been popped. And when his hand released my hair a little, the first real cock went from my fantasies to filling my mouth to the point where I could no longer refute what I was in this hotel room to do. My eyes squinted from the shame of being made another man’s cocksucker, but the hard part was over: he had succeeded.

The next few minutes was spent getting me use to my task, which involved many berating statements, and several slaps to the top of my head to perform properly. He experimented with how deep he could go, how willingly I would bob my head, and how much effort I could muster to really suck on his erection. I think what really won me over and got me to simmer down to get the whole experience was when he kept swelling and getting harder because of my efforts. It was like a pat on the back and encouraged me to do even better for him.

It still was probably the lamest blowjob ever giving, but I thought it had to be great from the reactions I was getting. He was going slow with me and already had to overcome the effects of the alcohol, but he never allowed me to think that I was going to leave him wanting. I never realized that until he began telling me that I was going to love the taste of him that he was going to cum in my mouth. I guess it was the same thing girls feel when they assume that a guy will naturally pull their cocks out of them when they are ready to get off. I had indeed fantasized what the feel of a man getting off in my mouth would be like, but I also knew I could never let a guy go that far.

I yanked my mouth off him long enough to protest his thought of cumming in my mouth, and was immediately pushed towards his balls. He told me to bathe them for him and as I did my best to satisfy his request, he added that I would do as I was told: I was after all, the one giving the blowjob. My mind went racing to find a way to keep him from doing something so nasty as shooting his sperm into my mouth, but all I could think of was all the times I had insisted girls do the same thing for me without a second thought. For a fleeting moment, I knew what those less knowledgeable girls had gone through and my manhood seemed to be washing away from me.

The man dragged my mouth back to the proper height and reinserted himself into me. This time he was much more aggressive in his efforts to fuck my face and began knocking me off balance until my head was smashed up tight to the wall. After my head was banged against the wall several times, the person in the next room knocked back to tell us to keep it down. I found myself trying to almost laugh, despite my fears, that “if only he knew what was happening to me in here”.

The man wasn’t letting up on me at all now and I had to fight just to get air. I was pushing against his hips trying to control how hard he was thrusting into me, but it wasn’t deterring his dominating me at all. I was just about to turn it into an all out fight and run from the room when he grabbed my hair really tight and pushed deep into me. When he held still while so deep in my mouth, I twisted away from him enough to keep from having to swallow his cum. But evidently, he was just getting me ready for the real outcome. He repeated the same deep thrust into me, followed by a moment of stillness, several times.

 When he was ready to cum, I had been successfully placated into thinking it would never really happen. That last time, I was expecting him to pull back yet again, but instead I felt the warmth of his slime jetting so deep into my throat that I knew I would never be able to cough it up again. I started to fight his grip on me, but I was met with a very anxious-to-succeed male that wasn’t about to let loose of me yet. After a couple of seconds, I figured the worst had already happened and relented to holding still for him. I couldn’t believe I was allowing him to finish relieving himself in me like that, so all I could do was tell myself that I had been bested by a more dominant male and I would have to simply live with it.

By the time he was finished using me, his grip on my hair turned into more of a surly rub to show he was pleased with what I had done for him. From my viewpoint, it was more like what he had forced me to do. As soon as he pulled away from my mouth, I felt a small amount of his sperm that hadn’t made its way to my belly and for some strange reason, purposely tasted it before spitting the rest into the wastebasket next to me. The guy started laughing at me and that would be the first time that my humiliation would become a large part of giving a blowjob. I wasn’t mad that he was laughing at me. I was somewhat expecting it. He had just used me as his bitch and I felt like I deserved it to some extent. I had just been forced to submit to another man’s needs and it seemed logical from a male perspective that I deserved that final jab at my manhood.

Perhaps the strangest part of that whole scenario was that as he trudged off to take a shower, I sat on the bed and waited for him to finish. I should have hit the road to show my disdain for what he had done to me, but when I didn’t, I had to come to terms with it. I guess I felt like I had earned my ride and I saw no reason for giving it up just because he had used me like that. When he came out of the shower, he just about agreed with me. If I knew what I was in for, I would have hit the road, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t have at that.

From there we got back on the road and the night had fallen. There was a full moon and I felt lucky that if I had to camp on the roadside it would be easier with the natural light. My ride wanted to know, now that my ordeal was over, if that had really been my first time sucking a cock. When I reiterated that it had been, he asked how he had been at breaking me in. I stumbled for words, and when I couldn’t come up with any, I tried changing the subject. I had realized that as usual with most of my rides, I had never bothered asking the man his name, so I asked him at that point. Instead of telling me though, he said that it would be more interesting knowing that the first man to fuck my face would remain nameless. As I sat there in the dark I realized he was probably right.

The topic never seemed to get off sex after that and since I had been greatly aroused without ever getting off, I was in an elevated mood to go with the flow. I did my best to avoid his pointed questions, but some of them were intriguing to the point that I forced myself to answer. When he asked if I thought I would ever want to do a repeat of our tryst, I left the possibility open – far down the road, and not particularly with him. Not because he was that bad of a first time, but more because by the time I might be ready, he would be long gone.

There was something in his questioning of me that raised my radar, but unfortunately I could never begin to imagine what he had in mind. I did learn that I wasn’t the first hitch hiker he had sauntered into a motel room. That made me feel a little less emasculated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy to fall prey to him. Shortly after that, he pulled off the highway and into a truck stop. My first reaction was to point out to him that I wasn’t going to allow him to use me again. He laughed and told me that he was only planning on buying me supper as a way to thank me. I remember smirking to myself that despite the embarrassment I was feeling, it was sort of nice to know I had earned my supper at least.

While we ate the conversation turned to why I hadn’t left the motel room when he was in the shower. I couldn’t really come up with a reason that made sense, but several of the ones my ride came up with got to me. I was glad I was sitting across from him and he couldn’t see the involuntary boner he was causing to grow. I was beginning to understand that he seemed to know me better than I did myself, or at least the progression of what I was going through.

I finally confessed that I was a little worried that my mouth tingled for several minutes after he came in me and asked about it. He laughed and told me that that was normal. It was just millions of sperm actively looking for an egg.

After we were done eating, the guy went to the bathroom and seemed to be taking quite a while to come back. I wondered what was keeping him so long just as he stepped out just ahead of another man. The new guy stopped at our table and asked me where I was going and when I told him, he said he could get me a good part of the way. My ride told me that he was about to head north at the next major highway and sought out the ride for me. I thought that was pretty cool of him and after paying the bill, we headed out to the parking lot.

I grabbed my backpack and we followed the guy to his truck. He was driving an eighteen wheeler with a nice looking cab. He introduced himself as Frank and said he was going at least another three hundred miles before heading south towards Texas .

Frank unlocked his door and told me to get in and stow my pack in the sleeper overhead. I had never been in such a fancy truck before and was amazed by everything. There was even a little window in the sleeper that was cracked for the air. Since the two men were still standing in place, I decided to eavesdrop a moment to find out why my initial ride was hanging around so long. That was when I found out just how much of a salesman he really was, and it didn’t relate to the medical drugs he sold legally.

I didn’t hear much, but I did hear Frank telling him that I better be the real thing or he would hunt him down using his CB radio and get even. I peeked out the small window just in time to see Frank peeling three twenty dollar bills off his wad and hand them to my first ride. He grinned as he took the money and said something I couldn’t hear. I was blown away by what appeared to be going on, grabbed my gear again and scurried out of the sleeper. Frank was just opening the door as I went for it, so I turned to go for the door on my side when he grabbed me by my ankle and told me I wasn’t leaving so soon.

“What the hell’s going on?” I asked. “Why did you give him that money?”

When Frank saw I wasn’t going to get the chance to successfully jump out of his cab, he sat back and eyed me like a porter house steak.

He finally said, “This is the way it is kid. I just paid sixty bucks for you, and until I get my money’s worth, you’re mine.”

My jaw fell open. I couldn’t have heard him right. I’m not property that can be bought and sold at will. I told him that but he was insistent that that was exactly the way it was. When I asked what he expected me to do for him to feel paid off, he mentioned what I had done just a couple of hours earlier for the man that had sold me to him. I tried to deny it, but his reaction was to grab me by my shirt and push me against the back wall of the cab. He thumped me against it hard a couple of times to let me know how serious he was, and then asked me if I wanted to still deny I had given the guy a blowjob.

I quickly babbled out what had happened and how I had been forced to do it all. He began smiling at me, squeezed the sides of my mouth together in one hand, and told me to get in the back again. I began begging him to release me and even offered him the little bit of money I had, but his mind was already set on trying me out quickly before the other guy got too far away. Since this particular man was nearly twice my size, I was shaking uncontrollably as I worked my way through the curtain of the sleeper.

I sat there waiting for him to come back and wishing I could fade away every second. I couldn’t believe that I had been sold into sexual servitude so easily and was freaking out over what he might want of me. Three hours ago I was excited about starting a new life on the Left Coast , and now I was caught up in something so bazaar that I never even heard about anything like it.

Frank finished whatever he was doing and started back into the sleeper. I immediately began begging for my release again and got a slap across my face for it and told to “shut up”. That one slap had a huge effect on my willingness to comply with his demands. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it was solid and I knew just a warning of what else could come my way.

While he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the pot belly of an avid beer drinker, I was cowering against the side wall of the sleeper. The odd part of my fear was that as I watched him struggling to get off his shoes and pants in the tight confines of our space, I could feel the familiar twinge of my own prick growing. I found it impossible to believe that this image of a second impending assault was working on my mind in such a sick way.

There was only a small night light in the ceiling, so when I tried to see what his instrument looked like, all I could make out was a rather hairy chest and belly.

Frank reached out, grabbed my ankles, and tugged me into a prone position.  I started flailing my arms and legs, but he had no trouble putting an end to that instantly by walking over me on his knees. That was when I first saw his cock and it was hard as any I’d seen before. It was much thicker than the guy earlier, and had just as thick of a head to it. Once again, seeing that this guy was hard, and for me, my mind started hoping that he wouldn’t fail in his attempt to get it in my mouth. The idea of having to give a second blowjob just hours after having lost my oral virginity was overwhelming, but I couldn’t deny to myself that I did want to see what it felt like in my mouth.

Frank grabbed my wrists and wrestled my arms over my head, and then leaned forward to push the head of his cock to my mouth. When I refused to open up for him he banged my wrists against the bed and flew into such a rage that I decided it would be much wiser to submit to his demands. As I felt him sliding it between my lips, I found it much smoother and unbelievably thicker than the prior one. I got a slap to the top of my head and told to watch my teeth. That was a pretty easy thing to do, because I found pursing my lips around the smoothness of his cock head was somehow intoxicating.

Frank started doing slow motion pushups into my face. It was hard to absorb as much as he thought should fit, so I tried to appease him by giving as much positive effort into sucking him off as possible. The problem was whenever he got a tinge overly excited, he would lay down closer to my face and his beer belly would cover my nose and thus make my ability to breathe even harder.

After nearly suffocating under him, I finally had to make an intense effort to get out from under him. Frank grew angry immediately and to such a degree that I had to do something to appease him. He grabbed me by my neck and I rushed to get him to understand.

“No… please… wait a minute. I’ll do it, but you were choking me to death.”

I reached out and to show I would do his bidding, I grabbed his cock and rubbed it firmly trying to entice him and to show him I wasn’t afraid of touching it. I asked him to lie back and followed his body. I could see he thought I was going to try to make a run for it, so I stayed close to him to gain his confidence. It was a lot easier to take him back into my mouth a second time, but his hands flew to the back of my head to take control of my actions again. I guess it was his preferred method, but he continually gagged me every time he went to pump into my mouth.

I figured the only way I was going to get any relief was if I showed a willingness to be his receptacle, so I reached up with one hand and started rubbing his belly as if passion was overcoming me. I wrapped my other hand around his balls and began massaging them as all the while he kept working his cock into my mouth.

This second blowjob was all about intensity and Frank was working to get off as fast as possible. That meant it would be over with much faster, but the price was continual gagging and choking to breathe. His urgency was telling me that I was about to have to deal with another load of sperm and my mind went into a panic. It soon abated however when Frank demanded that I not make a mess of his bed and to be sure to “catch every drop”. At least he didn’t say I had to swallow it, so I figured I could deal with holding it in my mouth long enough to spit it out.

I’m not sure why, but he began to get angry, so I worked to make him calm down by renewing my efforts to make his cock feel good. I guess it worked, because his thrusts became more controlled and timed. I decided that this had to be a telltale sign that such behavior meant a man was about to get off. That thought seemed proved when I heard him grunt out, “alright bitch, take it all”.

Frank pulled back a little and I only had the head of his cock in my mouth as he started draining his balls into me. I wanted to gag so badly when I felt his cock spewing it’s load, but I managed to catch it all. When his hands released my head, I closed my lips to keep from making the mess I was warned about and started charades to indicate that I needed to spit. I was told to wait until he got dressed and sat back quite uncomfortably.

Frank sneered at me all the time he was getting his pants back on, and then I saw it again. It was just a quick, little snicker as he looked at my cowering self. That was punctuated with a curt smile that made me fell so demeaned and belittled. Another man had had his way with me and he celebrated with those facial taunts. Sadly, I again felt no ill will that he was feeling triumphant over me; he had a right. The little snicker told me who the real man was here and I couldn’t disagree with that assessment considering I was the one sitting there gagging on a mouthful of semen.

I made it known that I had to spit again and Frank led the way out of the sleeper, but stayed between myself and the door. He rolled down the window and motioned for me to lean out to empty my mouth. I essentially had to kneel on his lap to reach out far enough to accomplish missing his truck. When I pulled back in, the tingling in my mouth came back and I was disturbed that yet again I was feeling the millions of left over sperm going wild in my mouth. At least his cum hadn’t been as bitter as the first time, and that made it more palatable in a way.

“So, now what are you going to do with me? Do I get to leave?” I asked.

His grin told me that there wasn’t much chance of that happening. So I asked him just how long he intended to keep me hostage, and his answer made me fall silent for several minutes as I pondered over the ramifications and truthfulness of his words.

“You’re not my hostage, little man. You’re my property. And just like this truck, you’re going to earn the money I spent on you to acquire you in the first place.”

As it sunk in that he meant I was going to be either resold to yet another man, or worse, rented out, I began thinking about what all this made me. I had been turned into that dreaded name so many young boys are tormented with on the playground: I had become a cocksucker, a faggot, or perhaps more suitable, a sissy. A faggot would imply that I was a willing participant, where a sissy just can’t prevent what is happening to him.

I thought about what it would take to escape this man’s grasp on me and decided that I had to wait for a safe opportunity to make a run for it. There was simply no way I could allow him to continue abusing me like this. Now that it was made clear to me what I was, I had to disappear to get away. With his CB, I could be jumping out of the frying pan and into a much hotter fire if he got mad at me. I knew all about the code of truckers to stick together.

We rode down the darkened highway in complete silence for over a half hour before he finally said anything to me and I could have down without that as well. He told me I had done very well back at the truck stop and, laughingly, I should be proud of myself. The silence came back and left me to go over his words many times. As sick as it was to think I had been good at giving only my second blowjob, it kept ringing in my ears that I had been complimented. I wasn’t use to hearing words like that about anything, so I guess I was taking whatever I could get to make me feel better at what these last two men had turned me into.

A call came over the CB for Frank and he called back. It was hard to hear everything that was being said, but the gist of it was that another trucker had somehow heard about me and was questioning him over that issue. He assured the trucker that he had heard right and began speaking to my abilities. While I was trying to figure out how anyone could have found out about what had been happening to me, my thoughts were interrupted by Frank offering to “meet” me up with him if he were so inclined. I shook my head and made a pleading motion for him not to do that to me, but he just smiled and mouthed a kiss to me. It wasn’t a sexual thing, but rather it was to tell me that I had no say in the matter.

After several minutes I decided that my fate had been sealed amongst all the trucker CB lingo and tried forcing my mind to accept whatever was coming my way. I picked up that I had about ten miles to think about what might be happening to me before we got to the next truck stop. I became a bundle of nerves. I wasn’t a cocksucker. I wasn’t a sissy either. I had been forced to submit both times and all I wanted was a chance to run.

I began wondering what the deal was that had been made for me and couldn’t decide if being resold would be better than rented out or not. That led me think about the cock I had sucked on earlier. It could have been attached to a much worse person, and it could have been a lot grosser in itself. I closed my eyes and remembered what it had felt like as I had coaxed my position from impalement to somewhat of a mutual player to keep from getting choked to death. I kept reliving the memory of falling back with Frank with my hand holding his cock firmly and trying to get him to believe I would willingly please him. I realized my own cock was hard again and that only made matters worse. Was I getting something out of this that I wasn’t allowing myself to admit to yet?

Whatever was making me grow a boner, it took over a lot of my will power. When I saw the exit sign coming up, I took a quick look at my “owner” and despite how much larger he was than me, he hadn’t hurt me. Yeah, there were a couple of slaps, but considering what it could have been I took it as what was necessary to get me to accept my demise. I fought to find a way out of what was coming my way, but my mind kept going back to previous moments and how they had really affected me. It had all been gross, overall, not to mention how emasculating it had been. But in the end, it had been in my fantasies when whacking off so many times in my past that I tried to tell myself that I had in some way benefited from my ordeals.

As Frank rolled the truck to a stop at the far edge of the parking lot, we exchanged looks. I saw his confidence… he saw my frailty and nervousness. I must have looked like a whipped puppy to him.

Frank looked me right in the eye and said in an extremely stern voice, “I don’t expect any trouble here. You understand me?”

I nodded my head slowly and asked, “What are you going to do to me?”

Again he shot that quick smile of his to tell me he was my dominating owner and said I would find out when it happened. Now I became fearful all over and decided to at least try to stay with the guy I knew instead of risking being sold to a much worse person.

“Please… don’t… sell me again. I’ll be good… and I’ll do what you want, but… it could be so much worse out there. Please don’t…”

My words trailed off as his grin turned to an outright smirk. I had just said far more than I wanted him to know, and the outcome might just be that he would use that information against me. His response was to ask me to prove myself, and he pushed back against the seat while sitting up a little. I knew what he wanted – a show of submissiveness.

I slowly leaned my way over the console and reached out my hand. I rubbed it down over his spread legs and immediately felt how hard he had gotten over my giving in to him. I rubbed his cock up and down several times and even reiterated how I would behave and do as I was told if he just wouldn’t resell me to yet another male. It was beyond belief that I was feeling up a guy while nearly begging to remain under his control.

The CB squawked again and evidently the other trucker was pulling into the parking lot. Frank told him where he had parked and I saw the truck lights coming up behind us. I started freaking out again and begged Frank not to sell me one last time. He just smiled as the truck pulled alongside ours and rolled to a stop. I was ordered to stay put and he got out to meet with the other trucker. Sure, I could have run, but where? We were out in the middle of the night and probably twenty miles from the next nearest haven. My only way out of this rest stop would have to be with yet another trucker, and I knew it would only take a minute for Frank to make my life a living hell with his CB.

Suddenly, the other trucker pulled himself up on the side runner on my side of the truck to take a look at me. I cringed at the perverted smile he was sporting. It made me feel like prey again and not even quite understanding why, I tried to smile for him. I guess I was just trying to keep him from getting angry with me. I had seen the difference that a man’s demeanor had on these kinds of events, so I guess I learned quickly not to infuriate a man about to use me.

It seemed like almost ten minutes before Frank opened my door and made a grab for my wrist. He pulled me down to the ground level and began tugging me to the far side of the other truck. The feeling of getting led like this to the place where I would be abused yet again was wildly different for me. I seemed so powerless and felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. I really started freaking out when I saw the other trucker standing there… along with two other men. I began stammering that I wanted to leave, but as soon as they saw my reluctance, they all gathered around me.

“I guess the guy that sold you to me is one hell of a salesman. Look at all the business he got you. CB’s make for a hell of a world out there.”

All I could do was shake my head and tried pulling my wrist free from his grasp. The other men were grinning like foxes in a hen house at me. But then I saw my opportunity. A state trooper was walking up behind all of us and when he shown his light on our group, it was their turn to freak out.

“What are you boys up to tonight?”

Frank took the lead and showed that he must have been thinking of this possibility. The others only had sex on their minds, but were quick to follow his lead.

“I’m trying to find someone with a damn tire gauge. My rig keeps pulling to the right… probably a soft tire or two.” Frank looked around at the others and a couple of then played along.

The cop came back with, “This is just a pit stop. The next area down the road about twelve miles has a gas station. Try there.” He looked over the truckers, but when he came to me he realized I was out of place. He pointed to me and said, “You don’t fit. What’s your story?”

Frank shot me a slightly hidden warning not to fuck with him. I already knew that, but as I stood there I had realized something else. There was no way I could confess to this cop, another man, what had been happening to me. That would just be overwhelmingly emasculating to me. All I could think to do was shrug my shoulders. For that the cop told me to follow him.

We walked towards the rear of the trailer until we couldn’t be overheard. The cop asked me my story again and I wanted him to rescue me so badly. But, all that came out was that I was a hitch hiker and Frank was kind enough to have picked me up. He asked about the tire gauge story and whether it was true. I told him that that was all Frank had been talking about since the last stop. The cop walked me back to the crowd of men. I was looking at horrible emasculation either way I leaned, but there was just no way I could have possibly told that cop what had really gone on so far. I knew I was in for something outrageously embarrassing after the cop left, but it was still the lesser humiliation.

The trooper asked Frank about me and when he agreed the he had picked me up hitching rides, the cop saw no reason to stay. I watched him walking away as the other men began shooting the shit until he was gone. I knew the others didn’t care at all about why I had aided in my demise. They probably thought I was here of my own volition. Frank however, had to be wondering why the cop wasn’t walking away with me in tow.

I turned around after the cop rounded the corner and hung my head. I couldn’t look at any of them, especially Frank. He grabbed my arm and gave me such a raw look. He didn’t know what to think at the moment, but at least I hadn’t made any trouble for him, and that meant I wouldn’t be getting any trouble from him. But it also meant that as soon as they were sure that the cop was gone, everything was going right back to where they were at before he arrived.

          When the cop was seen getting back onto the highway, all eyes turned to me. All the men were digging out their money and I saw one of them handing Frank a twenty dollar bill. I cringed realizing I had just been bought for yet another blowjob and stood awkwardly by waiting for the man to claim his service. It took about two seconds for him to grab my arm and work me into position directly in front of him. I expected to be brought behind the trailer, but instead I was getting pushed down by a hand on each of my shoulders. There was no way I could do this in front of three other men watching, so I started to react against the hands.

          “No… please, not like this. Take me someplace alone.”

          For my outburst I received a snap from Frank’s knuckles to the back of my head and ordered to “shut the fuck up”.

The humiliation was just too much and I continued fighting to get back to my feet. Frank stood behind me and placed a foot on the back of my knee to help keep me from standing and the guy in front of me was working to free his cock. I kept trying to push him away from me to the laughter of the others. They were mocking me and telling Frank that I needed some proper training. I guess that got Frank pissed off and I felt his hand grabbing my hair and snatching my head back. I cried out in pain and felt my mouth being impaled. Frank relaxed his grip on me and I closed my eyes hoping to make the others go away.

It was so much more humiliating having an audience watching over my embarrassment. Not only was I sucking on a man’s cock, but now I was doing it under the cat calls and perverse meanderings of the others watching. They belittled me like experts and strode to put me in my rightful place as a blowboy. I felt tears over my humiliation running from the corners of my eyes, and they grew when one of the men pointed it out to the others. But for the man I was attached to, it just worked to make him drive himself harder into my mouth. My hands flew to his hips to control his assault on me and the others took it as my desire to take more of him instead.

I heard the man say, “Come on kid, give me my moneys worth.”

The most I could possibly force from myself was to purse my lips tighter around the cock driving into me. I felt him grab one of my hands and push it beneath our union and I understood he wanted me to play with his balls as he fucked me. I did as expected and tried to avert my eyes from what was before my face. That was when I saw the other two men had taken out their own cocks and were stroking themselves in anticipation of getting a turn at me. It was clear to me now that I had two other men that would soon be putting me to work on their organs as soon as I was finished with my present one.

I think it was the fat guy that changed everything for me at that moment. He was very overweight and not someone I ever would have imagined in my wildest fantasies, but it was his cock that took my tears away. It only stuck out a few inches from his body, but it was really fat. And with the huge, flat mushroom head on it, it looked like a doorknob. As I watched him fingering himself, I realized just how important I was to him. He probably never got laid and needed to get what he could, wherever he could. I can’t explain it, but I felt more needed than any time in my life. I looked at the other man whose cock seemed to have a bone in it from how hard it appeared. I was beginning to understand that after these men got a whiff of what I could do for them, it wasn’t really in their hands or abilities to stop themselves. I was now little more than a sex toy meant to be used in a particular way.

Realizing I had an undeniable place in what was happening, I reached up and brushed away Frank’s remaining loose grip on my hair. I put my hand back on the man’s stomach and held my head still for him, and with my other hand, I renewed my efforts to massage his balls. I kept darting my eyes towards the fat man with his really short, but extremely fat cock and almost felt sorry for how badly he needed to use a boy for this instead of having a girlfriend or wife. I still needed the constant coaching and coaxing to perform as desired, but I somewhat gave in to what I was being used for and made up my mind to “just deal with it”.

I could feel the man’s upper thighs tightening in anticipation of ejaculating and was trying to prepare myself to accept another load of sperm, but it didn’t happen. Just as the man was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and lifted my head by my jaw. It was clear he wanted to ejaculate all over my face, and since it was much better than getting it in my mouth, I held still for him. Squirt after squirt of his cum shot across my face. Some got in my left nostril and another across my eye. By the time he was done with me, I felt like he had hit every inch of my face. The thing that really stuck in my mind was the cheering the men let loose as they watched my face getting ejaculated upon. It was my degradation that spurred them into being the aggressive men they were, and let’s face it, if you got to suck a man off, a hard dick has got to be more preferable to a limp one.

Perhaps more shocking than not telling the cop on Frank was that I freely remained on my knees as the man backed away from me. I saw the next man handing Frank his twenty dollars as he stepped in front of me, but that was as far as I could go. He still had to pry my mouth open to access it. But a lot of my fight was gone and I couldn’t help but to keep sneaking looks at the very odd shaped cock that was sure to be my next to suck upon. The man just seemed to be in a state of utter urgency to get my services. I don’t think anyone had ever made me feel so desperately needed in all my life, and despite seeing his massive belly hanging over his manipulating hand, his cock was the only one I knew I had to taste. Not for the taste really, but to see how it felt in me, and how he would use it on me.

I came rushing back to my present purchaser when he seemed to be trying to set a record on far into my throat he could go. He never made it in that part of me, but he got me struggling to keep him from trying. Considering just how hard his cock was I grew very worried about him succeeding. His cock wasn’t very big around, but I still assumed that it would be too thick to fit in me that way. I had gotten a blowjob from a girl once that did deep throat me and it was truly the wildest feeling I had ever had, but she had also told me how long it had taken her to learn to deep throat a cock. I certainly knew I wasn’t ready after completing only three blowjobs.

The man was mashing the remnants of his friend’s cum into my face and making a real mess out of me. In an odd way though, it seemed to add to my building euphoric state. So many of the demeaning things being said to me were true and having a man’s sperm smeared all over my face made it a little easier to accept my place in all this. Even when he grabbed me by my ears and began fucking away at me even harder, I still chalked it up to a man being a man.

Even before I had a chance to know it was coming, the man pulled from my mouth and grabbed for my jaw. But he wanted something different than his friend and worked his thumb into the corner of my lips until I opened my mouth. He began jerking himself off as he held my mouth open. When I saw he wanted to let the other guys watch him cumming into my mouth, I closed my eyes tight and waited. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I had to struggle against my gag reflex to keep my mouth open. I felt a couple more shots getting pumped onto my tongue and felt ill all over again.

It was amazingly hard, not to mention how belittling it was, to stay there on my knees with my mouth gaping wide to do the task being asked of me. When the man had emptied himself into my mouth, he wiped the tip of his cock against my lips and all the jeering finally made its way to my ears. I again wanted to seep into the earth to hide. That changed quickly when I bent over to drain the globs of coagulated cum from my mouth and saw the one remaining man flailing away at himself. Watching me being used so debasingly had given him quite a need to get off, and the sadness of it all forced me to help him.

I finished spitting out what I could, wiped my face a little, and edged toward the fat man on my knees. I reached out to push his hand out of the way and replaced it with my own. I edged closer until I could reach him and bent down to wrap my lips around his cock. If I wasn’t trying so hard to engulf him, I never would have believed that a man could be so large around, yet so short at the same time. It was barely possible to stay attached to him and still make enough movement to give him the help he needed. I had to place one hand on the underside of his belly to afford me enough room to work and ran my hand up his leg to feel his balls up for him.

I felt his hands grabbing for my head as he let out a wail of a moan over the feelings I was providing him, and then I heard a crinkling in my left ear. I realized it was the money he had made ready to pay for me. I saw my chance to endear myself to my new owner and ran my hand up to the fat mans, and pried the bills from his hand. Without looking or even taking a pause, I reached my hand up in the air and backwards. Frank saw what I was doing and took the money from me. All I heard from him was a “good boy” and everything else was all about the perverseness of my wanton actions.

It was a good thing that no one had a clear vision of my face. Feeling the man’s hands holding me to him and along with his moaning over my efforts, I knew I was giving him something he certainly wasn’t use to getting and it made my eyes roll into the back of my head. All the embarrassment and loss of dignity was washing away as I knew this blowjob was significantly different from all the others.

I counted the number of times, and men, that I had had in my mouth in just the last six or seven hours. It was impossible to believe that I was servicing my fifth man since I lost the virginity to my mouth such a short time ago. My eyes wandered around as far as I could see and I surmised that one of the men had already left. And then I felt the unmistakable convulsions of a man about to ejaculate. After all I had gone through so far, I knew this guy needed a moment to feel like the top dog. I clamped my lips as tight as I could and made my most sincere effort so far to bury my face over his cock. I allowed the moaning I had been trying to keep abated come out and tightened my grip on his balls. If he didn’t know I was giving him my best shot, I failed in what I was trying to tell him.

The sad thing was that as much as I was doing for him, he was the one of the three men that decided I should swallow his cum. I started hearing him telling me to get ready to swallow. I tried to pull back, but he was much stronger than I was and easily held me plastered over his cock. My mind was confused; I was just as repulsed at what he was asking of me as before, but since I couldn’t do anything about it, I continued fellating him the very best I could do.

While I waited there on my knees to hear the now familiar grunting of pleasure that would indicate he was starting to ejaculate, I realized the balls I was working in my right hand were the largest I had ever seen. I began to wonder if that meant anything about the amount of cum he might spurt into my mouth, and then I started to find out. I felt the first huge gush of cum splattering around his cock, but since the size of his cock made a nearly perfect seal against my lips, I couldn’t expel a drop of it. The man made a hard pull on my head and I knew I was in trouble. The next spurt was more telling to me. It wasn’t the small shot of cum I had felt before, but rather a long draining that seemed massive in content. I had no choice this time; I had to swallow what was filling my mouth to keep from choking on it.

I began flailing my arms trying to get him to release me, but he had at least four more, long, full spurts of sperm to feed me. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum he was producing and struggled to breathe through my nose enough to hold on until he was finished. Even when he did seem to end, he insisted on holding me to him for a few moments as he absorbed the feeling of my mouth on him. As I waited to be released, I found myself trying to swallow the rest of the sperm from around his cock.

When he finally did let go of me, I worked my jaw to get back a small amount of feeling in it. That was when I found that I still had quite a bit of remaining cum to expel and bent to one side to do it. As my tongue gathered it together, I noticed the thickness and texture of it was much different than the other men. It was much creamier that theirs had been, and I chalked that up to the fact that he probably hadn’t gotten off in some time. I saw a hand coming for my arm and it was Frank’s. He lifted me to my knees, dragged me to his truck, and demanded that I get in and clean myself up.

It was a couple of minutes before he got back in the truck, and when he did, he was ready to fling a volley of questions and demeaning statements my way. The first being, “You took to that pretty easy. We’re going to make a lot of money on you.”

“No way,” I responded, “I can’t keep doing that. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.”

Frank started gearing up the truck and grinned my way as he asked, “And the cop? If you wanted out, that was your way. Hmm… and you didn’t take it for some reason. You know you’re mine and that’s why you kept your mouth shut.”

“That’s not why I didn’t say anything. Do you really think I wanted to tell him what’s been happening to me? And tell him you bought me for sixty bucks from that salesman? I can think of a million reasons not to tell a cop about all this.” I began seeing how I was boxing myself into a corner and thought hard about my options. But I didn’t really have any other than to try and make this all easier on myself. In hopes of retaining some small measure of control over my fate, I finally added, “Maybe we can make some… sort of a deal here?”

“I knew it! I knew it. You are a cocksucking queer. This is right up your ally, isn’t it?”

“No, I’m not! I’ve never done anything like this before today. You think if I had a choice I wouldn’t take it?”

“Well, maybe you haven’t, but you don’t seem to have much of a problem doing it. You’re just a little reluctant. I can get you over that.”

The loudness of the truck as he climbed through the gears made it almost impossible to continue talking about it, so I was left to wonder about it all. And since it had been an extremely long and trying day, I was ready to pass out. I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes, and my mind wandered back to the fat man. I could still feel my mouth tingling from all the cum I had in my mouth. I started remembering what each man’s cock had felt like as I had worked it off with my mouth and compared them to my first two experiences. In the end I had to admit to myself that things could be worse. At least this guy didn’t want to hack my limbs off. I then thought about the door knob that the fat man had and every detail of what his cumming had felt like. When I thought about the vast amount of sperm he had ejaculated, I realized I was hard as a rock myself. That’s when I had to ask myself just how I really felt about what was happening to me. Was I converting my sexual orientation? Was my disgust at having to suck men off more of an ingrained response or something that I secretly harbored as a twisted desire?

I remembered waiting for that first man to cum all over my face and how the warm shots felt as they jetted across my cheeks. And immediately afterwards I was holding my mouth open for the next man to defile me. I went back again and again to the fat man’s cock, and when I thought about the thickness of his cream, I felt my own prick give a small leakage of precum.

I peeked through my half closed eyelids at Frank and his crotch and remembered how he had taken me earlier. I was still repulsed by what was happening to me, sickened by the emasculation afforded my manhood, but I was finding it harder to deny my own urges. I was having my own sexuality altered for other men’s wants and needs, and I was sure if it was truly as bad of a thing as I would have thought just a day before, I would have found a way out.

The last thing I can remember before passing out was thinking about the volume of cum that fat man had made because of my efforts, thought about his huge balls, and wondered if I really wanted…

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