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“How much?  Damn kid, you are cheap.  I was about to order dinner; you are more than welcome to join me….  I am not someone that cums in under three minutes.  I’m in for the long haul.  I’m offering you a nice meal, a quiet room to eat it in, and a hot shower to clean up afterwards.  From the looks of it, you could use a hot meal.  My motel room is over here. 

“Do you have any plans for the rest of the night, or do you need to call someone…  No?  Let’s go then.  What’s your name?...  Derrick?  I’m Reg….  Nice to meet you….  You can drop the ‘Sir’ thing.  That’s not me.  Neither is ‘Dad.’  If you want to address me with a title of respect, I like ‘Boss.’  The guys on my crew call me that. 

“You from around here?...  Me neither.  So where are you living at?...  The Y?  That’s not a good place to call home.  Where are you originally from?...  Ah, it’s a long way from Duluth to here. 

“For me, I was passing through when my Silverado decided the middle of nowhere would be a good place to go to shit.  So I’m waiting a couple more days for the parts to come in.  This is only day one for me and I have already worked my way through town.  Not much to do here.  If I was still drinking, there’s tons of bars here.  You drink?  How old are you?  You look younger than 22.  You party?...

“…Kid, I’m going to say this once, I don’t do drugs of any kind anymore, and you will not do any when you are with me.  I’m clean for nine years now.  That shit fucked up my life.  Lost my wife and daughter over it.  Nearly lost my construction business.  It’s a daily struggle.  So if I even catch you sneaking in something, I will beat the shit out of you and kick you out.

“This is the motel.  We’re in the back room, the one that faces the street.  From what I can tell, there are 26 rooms and only seven are occupied.  We are the only ones in the back.  The guy at the front desk said that the other guests are near the front.  So as my cock is slamming into your cunt, you can scream your head off and not wake up the other guests.

“When we get inside, the very first thing I want you to do is strip naked.  I assume since you are walking the streets that you cleaned out your cunt…. Good.

“Kid, one thing to know is that I control everything.  What I want to do goes.  You got that?...  I said, you got that?...  The word you are looking for are ‘Yes Boss.’  Say it!

“Good.  In you go and strip.  Don’t look around! Strip!...  Nice bod for a boy of your build.  That is a fuckable ass if I ever saw one.  Bend over and show me your cunt.  Fuck.  That hole was made for wrapping around my dick or arm.  Your pecker is on the large side.  If we were back at my place, I would have a cage on that thing pretty much all the time.  In your time with me, never touch your dick.  I will beat the shit out of you so fucking fast.  You are here for my dick, not your clit.

“What the fuck?  You trim your pubes into a tiny square inch of fuzz above your shaft?  We will be removing that.  I can’t fuck a bitch fag and look down and see something so stupid looking.  Besides, being hairless would look good for you.

“Now go into the shower and kneel with your knees spread.  Keep your arms behind your back.  I’ll be in a minute….

“…Well look at you.  You know how to follow orders.  Your mouth is hanging open.  Nice touch.  As you can see, I stripped down to just my tank top.  It shows off my physique.  I like to refer to it as my wife beater, which is the other reason why I no longer have a wife.  I guess I should start calling it my fag beater, but I don’t like the sound of that. 

“Well that’s getting a rise out of your pecker.  You seem to be interested in my dick getting hard, but it’s not you.  I just injected my dick with tri-mix.  I’m gonna be hard all night and into the morning.  Your holes are going to be used, and used good.

“I need to piss first before I’m 100% hard.  That open mouth of yours looks inviting….  You drink piss?...  Just nod….  Thought so.  So I got me a pig whore.  Fuck yeah!  I know what you are thinking, ‘How do I tell him that piss play is extra?’  Am I right?...  Well let me tell you fag, I ain’t paying extra.  Hell if you don’t do as you are told tonight, you ain’t going to get paid.  So keep that in mind. 

“Here, take this washcloth.  Hold it out, using both your hands and place it under your chin.  I want you to collect as much piss as it falls off your face.  Some of it will go into your toilet mouth, so keep it open.  You probably want to close your eyes.  Try to hold the washcloth in place.  I want it soaking wet when I am done.

“Keep that mouth open.  Don’t swallow it yet.  Faggot, you are a natural urinal.  Don’t worry about the piss leaking through the washcloth. 

“OK swallow.  When I tell you, I want you to pour whatever piss that is still pooling onto your chest.  Then use the washcloth to wipe every square inch of your skin covering it with my piss.  Don’t use it on your clit.  My piss is too good to go on something so disgusting.

“Now, go!  When you are done, shove the washcloth in your mouth and come in the other room.  I’ll be going through your backpack….

“…What the hell?  Well damn boy!  You came prepared.  I was expecting a whore to have lube and protection.  But damn!  Nipple clamps, restraints, plugs,… a hood, an enema kit, poppers—those are getting tossed out, fucking can’t stand the headaches,—collar and leash, paddles, cat-o-nine, and lookie here! 

“Bitch boy!  You done in there?  C’mon out here….  You covered?  Just nod….  Good.  I wasn’t expecting a sex store in your bag here.  But you have a clit cage, and you didn’t tell me?  Bad move there.  Come here.  This is going on right now.  Fuck, you are rock hard and leaking.  Give me your balls.  A firm squeeze will make you lose your hard on.

“…Locked on, and it ain’t coming off for now reason.  Titty clamps going on.  Boy you seem to like all this.  Good.  To me this is all beginners’ play.  I’m just going to say this.  Until my truck is finished, you are not leaving this room.  You already told me that no one will come looking for you.  Hell, I was going to take you back to Vegas with me and have you a part of my crew.  And by my crew, I’m not talking about a construction crew—I no longer have that business,—but a crew of fag bitches that are whored out to wealthy men with extreme tastes.  I’m probably going to do that anyways. 

“But first, the tri-mix has kicked in, and I need to fuck.  And you need to be suffering.  Fastest way is for you to get on your knees now.  Look up at me….

“…Bam!  That’s going to be one hell of a shiner.  Oh shit.  Wasn’t expecting you to be knocked out so easily.  But shit, that makes fucking easier.  Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Oh man.  Fuck does this feel good.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Ugh!  Ugh!  Ahhhhhhhh!