#287
“I knew you would be back. Couldn’t find anyone to pick you up hunh? This ain’t the States. This is Saskatchewan. We are in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I got my rest in my comfy bed. Where did you sleep last night?... It may be summer, but it can get cold up here. Supposed to rain later on today. Let me just skip to it. If you want me to take you to Vancouver, you know what I’m expecting from you, my dick in you when I want….
“And I don’t give one shit how many coochies you have eaten, or cunts you have fucked. In my cab there is only one cock and one cunt. One man and one faggot. Yeah I’m the fucking man, and you are going to be a sperm burping faggot when I am done with you.
“Since you bolted last night in hopes of being rescued, you said some nasty shit to me. I don’t trust you. So, you want to go to Vancouver, you are going to follow what I say. For the time you are with me, you will take on the role of cunt fag. Get naked…. Yeah right here out in the open. You know there’s no traffic at all here. Nobody is going to see your pathetic little pecker.
“You will be kept naked during your time with me. As I said, I don’t trust you. You are less likely to do something if everything you have is tucked away.
“Not a bad body. Decent cock there,… surprisingly. This ass! Holy shit, you’ve been hiding that? I can’t wait to pound that. Hold still. I need to get this… from my truck.
“Think of yourself as a pet. You will be my companion and my entertainment. I don’t fuck dogs, but I will be fucking you. This collar will be going around your neck…. Don’t fucking care what you think. You badly want to get to Vancouver, this is required. If you don’t want to wear it, the Trans Canada Highway is like 150 kilometers in that direction, and it’s 80 kilometers to Saskatoon following the road in that direction. There’s hardly anything anywhere in between. So start walking…. Didn’t think so.
“Ok, hold still…. Now for the lock. It’s on. See! You look a thousand times better. The best part of that collar is this…. Hurts like a motherfucker doesn’t it? That shock can be delivered at any time I want. You act up, you get shocked. You don’t want to put out, you get shocked. You refuse to eat my ass, you get shocked. You starting to get the picture?
“First things first, put these wrist cuffs on. I’ll get the ankle ones on…. Like that. You look like a fuck slave should. By the way, your right ankle cuff has a tracker. You try to run away, you get shocked. It happens whenever you stray from the truck by more than 100 feet.
“Now do you realize your predicament? I have no idea who you are running from to bring you all the way out here, and I don’t give a shit. From this point on, you are mine.
“Lean over my fuel tank. It’s time to clean out my new cunt…. I said don’t fucking hesitate. That was one second on the lowest setting. I can go longer and more powerful as needed. Now over the tank.
“Good!... and with a few clicks your wrist cuffs are secured in place. …And ankles too. You ain’t going anywhere. Damn! That ass! Can’t wait to get in there. But first, remember when you got grossed out by me pissing in that water bottle?... This water bottle?... With this funnel, I should have you filled up with my stale piss in no time. Yeah I come prepared. You ain’t my first bitch I have done this to. You won’t be my last.
“Now clamp down. I don’t want you leaking anything out until I tell you. Damn! Your cunt is just swallowing my piss up! It’s going to feel so good when my cock slides in. Almost there.
“This is a butt plug. It will help you hold my piss in there for a while. Because you aren’t putting up much of a fight, and you pretty much know you are in a pickle here, I’ll put lube on it first. Compliance is the best way to get leniency.
“Ok, you are full. Now clamp down as I take out the funnel… in 3, 2, 1. Good. Now, do you feel the plug tip? It’s going in,… now! Relax, relax. Push out a little. Let it settle in place.
“Almost done. I swear for a straight man, you have the most fuckable asses. The only thing that would make it better is…
“…Welting you up. That’s one!... Two… Scream fucker! Three. My belt is going leave some nasty marks, but you need them. Six! Seven! I can see them. Fuck yeah. Ten! That’s a good start!
“It never ceases to amaze me. Whether you are a fag boy, or a straight married trucker, a masochist, or a pervert, old, young, whatever, you all end up being a crying mess at this point. I’m so fucking hard.
“Look at my cock. It’s big isn’t it. Don’t worry I’m not going to fuck you, with all that piss and shit in you right now. No, I’m enjoying the view of you secured to my truck. It’s not going to take long. But don’t worry, I can cum multiple times a day.
“Keep looking. Keep crying. Oh shit! Here it comes! Don’t fucking move your face away! Keep it there. Urgh! Ugh! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!
“Fuck yeah! Fuck. That’s one huge load. You are to let it dry there. Don’t try to shake it off. Hell yeah!
“…I need a nap now. We have an hour before I can hit the road. I’m going to crash for a bit. You are going to be fine there.
“I’ll give you something to think about. Just last week you were a businessman from Chicago that fucked four or five women a week. Now you are secured spread eagle, naked, collared, welted up, with a plug holding in a quart of trucker piss in your cunt, and that trucker’s load all over your face. A proud man has become a crying sniveling cunt. It must be totally humiliating for you that you let this happen.
“I’ll be back in an hour or so. Do keep your sobbing to a minimum, I need to get some rest. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
