We're not out here to hike. He removes me from the relative safety of the familiar and its populace to a place of obscurity far off the beaten path, a place where no one will be within miles to witness my undoing, hear my screams, or come to my rescue. And I go willingly for the privilege of being more fully at His mercy.

His expensive sandals give me easy access to the large feet I will be worshipping soon. But first, He is eager to have my mouth on His cock and my throat opened for His piss, which He's been saving up on the long, quiet ride out to nowhere.

His body is easy to worship, and I know what a great honor it is to be chosen as an objective of service. I have no shame or pride and take to the task with enthusiasm, licking and kissing and sucking every inch of exposed skin in adoration and worship. His heavy cock stuffs my mouth and the torrent of piss is sudden and strong, causing me to choke and swallow in haste as tears stream from my eyes.

My lips form a tight seal around His hardening cock as the steady stream bloats my stomach. The firm grip of His hand on the back of my head tells me He is pleased, and that's all that matters to me.

Next it's His feet. I lathe each one with my tongue, lapping between His toes and licking the soles, desperate to be degraded, desperate to show my submission. He smiles and pushes against my face.

Finally, He lifts me up by the hair and shoves me against the tailgate of His truck. There is no lube; He wants it to hurt. He's big enough to split me open but the lack of lube makes it ten times worse. I scream and try to pull away only to receive a hard hit to the head and firm grip on my waist. He works the throbbing head of His dick inside me and once He has sufficient purchase, slams into me with a ferocity meant to inflict maximum pain and suffering.

After what feels like an eternity, I am a limp rag doll in His grip, broken and shattered and torn. He throbs and jerks inside me, spilling a thick load that soon oozes from my wrecked hole as He continues to breed and claim me as His.

Oh god, please no. As I'm corraled further down the aisle I see that the man in front of me, the seemingly arrogant man who is apparently too big for His assigned space and is spilling out into the narrow aisle, is indeed blocking entrance to my assigned seat, the one right next to Him.

"Excuse me," I say in a flat tone. He barely looks up from His phone long enough to give me an assessing stare. He finishes His text before standing to let me pass. Asshole!

And what's with the flip flops? I mean, what a douche bag, right?

When He's forced to tuck in and buckle up His broad shoulders squeeze me flat against the cramped seat. It's then that I catch a whiff of His cologne. It's all Male and I begrudgingly have to concede that He smells real good.

Only after He's told twice to turn off His phone by an impatient and young, gay flight attendant with attitude does He seem to notice me. I can tell because He spreads His legs ever so slightly and relaxes His shoulders to effectively pin me down further. I'm just about to say something when He turns His head slightly and speaks to me without looking at me.

"Shh! Be a good boy."

What the actual fuck? And just like that, I am brought under control in a shocked and immediate state of sub space. I'm frozen and freaked out and my heart is racing. And for once, I am totally speechless. I have tensed up so tightly that He must feel it through our clothes. He chuckles to Himself and turns to look at me.

"Do you have an owner?"

My head is about to explode off my shoulders. To say I am flabbergasted would be a gross understatement. These things just don't happen, right? Yes, He's hot as fuck, but He knows it too, and that's just annoying as hell. I'm not some weak willed, shit for brains sub. Right? Right?? Why the hell am I even thinking along these lines! His beautiful green eyes are boring into me. He wants an answer. And in my befuddled state, the quickest answer is unfortunately the truth.

"No."

He raises an eyebrow and looks sternly at me, but I see some amusement in His eyes as well. He's playing with me. But I can't fight my instincts.

"No, Sir. I don't." My mouth is now too dry to say anything more, which is fine because He just give me a satisfied, cocky smile and leans His head back, closing His eyes as the plane takes off the runway.

I cannot move, which is a blessing because I'm frozen in place anyway. My wide downcast eyes are fixed on His thick muscled thigh and I have to remind myself to breathe. I force myself to relax a bit and I give in to my state of confinement. Slowly my breathing returns to normal but now my dick is coming to life as I realize how much I've revealed about myself in just a few words. How the fuck did He know?

When the same flight attendant returns with a drink cart, she starts with the lady in the window seat, who orders a Seven Up. He then looks at me and I'm about to ask for the same when Asshole jumps in and says, "He'll have a water and I'll take a vodka and cranberry." The attendant looks at me as if to see if I have something to say. I am once again speechless and just nod with a polite smile. The attendant gives a cold look to Asshole, who hands him His card for a quick swipe.

When he's gone, Asshole says, once again without looking directly at me, "You need to watch the calories." Thankfully, the woman next to me has her headphones on.

A few minutes pass, during which time I've worked myself up into an indignant frenzy. With a shaky voice, I manage to say without turning my head, "What is happening here?" If I try to say anything more I know I'm going to lose it.

He turns and demands my attention. My eyes lock with His. "What's happening is you've got three hours to convince me that you can obey orders and are worth my time." He leans in closer. I can smell the alcohol on His breath. "At a minimum, I get a blow job out of it. At best, I get to have some fun with you and find out what you're made of. What can you take. And how you respond to be fucked within an inch of your life. Anymore questions?"

And yes I’ve been bad, Doctor won’t you do with me what you can; you see I think about it all of the time, twenty four seven. You say you want it, you got it, I never really said it before. There’s nothing here but flesh and bone, there’s nothing more, nothing more, there’s nothing more.

George Michael, Outside

His stare is troubling and impossible to decipher but certainly not ambivalent. Holding my gaze from across the parking lot, He lifts the bottom of His wife-beater tank top to reveal a canvas of rippling muscle and hair. The sudden display of His hardened body shuts down all logical thought and silences the alarms that would normally be warning me to stay clear. I swallow hard, unable to look away.

He stands motionless, the hot sun glistening off His skin, daring me to come closer.

Things like this simply don't happen to me, as much as I would like them to. I'm a gay middle-aged submissive without a Master and no prospects who's been exiled to the margins of gay culture.

I'm sure I'm not the first guy this Man has picked up at a rest stop for quick head. But I'm still perplexed that He'd target me. Is my desperation and hunger for cock that obvious? What exactly about my clean-cut appearance screams "cock-sucking BDSM faggot sub?"

Like most unclaimed subs, I've developed a rather vivid imagination in the absence of actual sex. But aside from that, my actual life is fairly predictable and boring.

Which is probably why I take the long walk across the parking lot. It's actually a short distance between us but it may as well be a mile. It's then that I notice the stares of at least two other Men siting idly in their trucks. Have they always been watching me, I wonder. My eyes hastily find His again. They bore into me as He slowly lowers His shirt over His six pack abs and with each step closer I'm having serious doubts.

As I get closer I can see how strikingly handsome He is when you look past the scowl. He's much younger than I thought and out of my league entirely, but none of that matters because suddenly I know as only a sub can that He's a dominant and I feel fairly confident He sees me for what I am as well.

I stop and start to say something but He nods His head abruptly towards the large cab of His semi. The words die on my tongue. I get the message. No talking. I'm sure whatever I would have said would have been completely moronic and self-deprecating anyway.

He steps up to open the door and then jumps down waiting for me to get in. The heat waves coming off the blacktop make the scene even more surreal. The inside is dark, cool, and looks comfortable. Before I lose my nerve, I grab hold of a handle, lift myself up and climb inside. He follows close behind and shuts us in.

Although I'm able to stand upright there's little space between us. I turn, backing up as far as I can, which isn't much. He looks at me with the same sternness as before. We stare at one another in tense silence. And then, as if deciding something, He lifts His shirt off over His head and kicks off His boots, giving me a peak of the ample hair in His pits and the curves of His biceps and triceps.

He holds my gaze as He works the top of His jeans down His legs. Even though my eyes are locked on His I can tell He's not wearing underwear when I see His hard cock in my peripheral vision slapping His stomach.

He seems to dare me to look down. I swallow hard and do the only thing I know is right and appropriate for the moment: I awkwardly make my way to my knees, keeping eye contact the entire time, and hold my hands together behind my back, waiting.

It's the correct move. Grabbing the back of my head with more force than necessary, He feeds me His dick. The heady musk of His crotch blows my pupils wide and I hear myself moan as though detached from my body as He takes my mouth and throat. When the pressure on my head increases I drop my jaw and open my throat. He pulls me into His sweaty crotch and I instantly gag around His girth. He does not relent and soon I'm choking and gagging around Him. With tears streaming down my face I am determined to please Him.

Pulling me off His cock, He lifts me by the hair. As i gasp for air, He roughly manhandles my clothes off until I'm completely naked. He shoves me to the mattress facedown and leaps on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.

He's incredibly strong and the rough, predatory way He's treating me short-circuits my sub brain. I lay dazed and I don’t fight Him as He parts my legs. My throat slime coating His cock is all the lube I'll get.

He runts angrily and frantically until His cock finds my tight hole. I tense when He pushes hard against the resistance and cry out in shock and pain as He assaults me with a punishing thrust that sinks several inches of hard cock inside me. His hand raps around my face to cover my mouth.

My cries seem to angry Him. Leaning over me, His puts the full weight of His body into the thrusts that violently gain deeper penetration and purchase. It's a searing, ripping pain that electrifies my entire body in a state of shock. His grip tightens as I try to relax and let it happen. It's clear that He wants to hurt me. He wants me to be afraid. He wants to teach me a lesson.

I drool against His hand, sinking into the punishing treatment that is sending me flying into sub space. He pounds me with such ferocity and speed that I cannot draw a breath to scream. The pain never abates.

Thankfully, He cums quickly. When He finally grunts His release into me I am flying so high that I can't place myself in the moment. He collapses on top of me. Panting and sweating, He sinks His teeth into my neck and chews like a fucking pit bull. I shudder and convulse and am barely aware that cum is leaking out of my small limp dick.

His tongue lewdly laps over the tortured flesh between His teeth as He bites down harder and sucks. His cock finishes off inside me before He abruptly rolls over.

We lay in silence, staring up at the ceiling. The CB radio crackles to life, snapping me out of my trance.

"Time's up, Brad. Finish up 'cause I'm coming in."

I don't understand what I'm hearing or don't think it's meant for us. The Man laying next to me hasn't moved either. I feel His cum leaking out of my sore hole as I prepare to get up and pull my clothes together, still very much in a daze. And then I hear heavy steps approaching and the door of the cabin is flung open. Jumping up, my body aches as I try to cover my nakedness. Heat and blinding light briefly floods the cabin before a huge, burly Man wedges inside and slams the door shut.

"You know the rules; I get the right of refusal on whatever’s caught on the road and if anythings left after I’ve had my fill of it then you can have it back or let the others have some fun too. You can stay if you want, but in sixty seconds I'm going to be balls deep in this bitch. But hey, thanks for getting him stretched and warmed up for me."

"Fuck off, man," Brad says as He crawls off the bed and starts gathering His clothes. The newly arrived bearded Man chuckles and lifts His t-shirt over His massive peck before opening His jeans. "Jesus, Cliff, I don't want to see Your fucking dick! Alright I'm leavin'!"

I finally find my voice. "I need to go. I'm sorry, I'm not .... I mean ... I didn't ..."

Both Men act as though I've not said a word. Brad grabs His boots and is quickly gone. Before I can find the courage to move Cliff has pulled His dick out and is rapidly moving towards me.

My eyes go wide. Jutting out from a thick hairy bush is the biggest, thickest cock I've ever seen in real life. Thick veins twist around it and precum drools off the foreskin. My mouth, hanging agape, is suddenly too dry to speak from both fear and lust as this bear of a Man suddenly grabs me by the throat with one hand and forces me down onto the mattress.

With His free hand He easily lifts one of my legs over His broad shoulder, muscles flexing, and quickly bends me in half as He mounts me.

"Brad may have caught you," Cliff says in a deep gravelly voice as He rubs His cock over my fluttering hole, "But I'm the Alpha in this little convoy and you're about to find out why." Leaning over me, I can barely breathe as He crushes me beneath His massive weight and slams in. Despite being lubed with Brad's ample cum I feel as if I've suddenly been impaled. My body tries to revolt in protest but I cannot move a muscle. I feel trapped and completely helpless.

His mouth covers mine in a bruising kiss as He fucks me like a sledgehammer, hard and deep. His tongue fills my mouth, stifling my cries and moans. I feel heavy balls slapping against my ass and soon my mouth and face is rubbed raw from His beard.

"Fuck, you feel good, bitch!" He says with surprise. "So fucking tight! You won't be for long.”

Something snaps in my battered psyche as i stare into His eyes.

“Yes, Alpha.”

A wicked grin spreads across His face and He proceeds to tear me apart, redoubling His efforts to break me.

The only reason I’m not screaming is because I’m so deep in sub space that i am numb to the pain. I wonder if my feet will ever touch the ground again. Nothing else matters but this.

Cliff takes significantly longer to cum than Brad and by the time He does i am weeping from exhaustion and delirium. My sub nature has me clinging to Him like a desperate needy whore. My legs are wrapped around His waist when He climaxes, shouting loud profanities with each forceful expulsion of seed.

“Take it bitch!” He yells.

Thank Him for using you.

Thank Him for disciplining you.

Thank Him for beating you.

Thank Him for humiliating and degrading you.

Thank Him for feeding you.

Thank Him for acknowledging you.

Thank Him for allowing you to touch Him.

Thank Him for His collar.

Thank Him for allowing you to serve.

Thank Him for His time.

Thank Him for His power and control over your life.

Thank Him for the marks He leaves on your body.

Thank Him for giving you purpose.

Absolute Possession.

You are one sadistic son of a bitch. Just when i start to feel like myself again, when i can feel the ground firmly beneath my feet once more, You come back into my life like a tornado, destroying my sanity with just a touch. 

i am too stunned to shut the door and too afraid to protest when You force Your way inside. You look devilish handsome as always and i hate myself for feeling a much to familiar pang of desire. But the shock and fear of seeing You again has triggered an automatic shut-down. You quickly narrow the distance between us, shutting the door behind You before grabbing me by the neck just hard enough to remind me of how my body sings when You make me hurt for You. You smell like an Alpha should and i know i’m already defeated.

“Did you think I would just let you go, foolish boy? That I’d be fine with you whoring your pussy out for anyone but me? That’s right ... I know all about the ‘boyfriend,’ you weak-minded little bitch. Settling down, are we? Does he take you on dates and treat you nice? Bet he doesn’t know what a pain whore you are, or how beautifully your cunt takes my big dick.”

Your warm breath against my skin ignites my senses and i can’t stop the shiver that runs through my entire body as You hold me close. God help me; i want to turn my head and kiss Your lips but i can’t move.

“What’s the boyfriend going to think when he sees how nicely your pale skin colors when I give you what you need - what you were made for?”

i whimper and start to cry. When You suddenly lick the tears off my face with a lewd, bold swath of Your tongue, i shudder and moan. 

“I’ve not paid enough attention to you, have I, sweetheart. Silly me. I thought you’d be a good boy and behave yourself. It’s my fault for forgetting what a good actor you are. I thought I’d broken you of all your dreams of independence and freedom. Well, I won’t make that mistake again.”

You lead me by the wrist to the couch and push me down until i’m seated. i feel numb and give no resistance. You sit next to me, your knee touching my leg. As you continue speaking to me, i stare off straight ahead trying to escape inside my mind, but it’s useless.

“Now where’s your phone, baby? Oh, I see it. You know I should punish you for not answering quickly and properly, but I think we’re beyond that now, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

Standing up, you fetch my phone and enter in the code i’d forgot to change when i reset all the other passwords to my bank accounts, which You made me give you. i realize suddenly that must have been what triggered Your visit. 

“Tsk, tsk. Not very thorough.” You smile patronizingly as the phone unlocks and you scroll through my phonebook. “So we’re going to text your boss right now and let him know you won’t be in this week.” i know i should try to run for it but i can’t move. And the truth is, i don’t really want to. “There. Short and sweet. And now, the boyfriend.” You smirk at something and then toss the phone aside. “That should do it.”

You sit back down, this time nearly on top of me, and grab me by the chin. “That should give you enough time to heal, baby boy. See how generous and thoughtful I am? Now, while you’re still conscious, I want you to apologize to my dick for wrapping those pretty lips around another cock. You always look so pretty when your throat is stuffed full of my dick and you can’t breath. Honestly, you don’t deserve my dick, considering what a naughty little slut you’ve been. But I know what you need, don’t I.”

Mind Control

Part One

Brainwashing is a commitment and investment of time and effort, so i see it as the highest honor an Alpha can bestow upon a fag like me. It’s hard to think i am worth that kind of sustained attention. But then, it occurs to me that perhaps my low assessment of myself is more than just humility. Could it be i’ve already plummeted down the rabbit hole, and that this brief elucidation is only possible because i’m looking up from where i’ve fallen instead of down into the abyss? 

My mind is no longer able to hold onto such thoughts for long, and they quickly weaken as the strengthening stream of hot piss draws me back. My lips form a gentle seal around Daddy's flaccid shaft as i quickly swallow the first mouthful. My hands are equally reverential as i hold onto the back of His hairy thighs for connection and comfort. Although i’ve momentarily closed my eyes, i can still feel his cold aloofness. He doesn’t touch me or speak to me as i struggle not to choke or spill a drop.

Even though this is the first time i’ve done this, i needed no instruction or command. He’d sipped His coffee as though i wasn’t even there when i’d carefully pulled His cock through the slit of His boxers. Had i acted on instinct? Intuition? Or had something triggered me to obey a command i don’t remember receiving?

It takes expertise and patience to uncover and then manipulate someone’s vulnerabilities and core beliefs - although, perhaps not as much when that someone voluntarily exposes their inner thoughts and desires across social media. He seems to know exactly when to use words, physical dominance, humiliation, pain, and pleasure in ways that reinforce my gross inferiority, and thus my perpetual gratefulness for anything He gives me. 

i can’t say that i know when exactly it happened, that moment when i stopped thinking for myself. i vaguely remember a time when i thought it was all just a game, something i could easily extricate myself from. Now, i’ve lost track of time and days, of eating, using the bathroom, or showering. Pleasing Him is the only thing that matters. 

He has the power to make memories disappear or return with a single word. And as He finishes, i hear the word that floods my mind with awareness that i’ve been living off His cum and piss for a week now, and nothing more. And as i gasp in shock, another word from above me ushers in visions of Men surrounding me and brutally using me, one after another, filling my cunt to overflowing as Daddy watches from a comfortable recliner nearby. 

“Our lives are so very different, aren’t they.” 

He doesn’t turn to look at me or respond. It wasn’t really a question, i guess. i stare at His broad, muscled back from the warmth of His bed, the crumpled sheets at my ankles the only thing covering my nakedness. He has His pants on so i guess that’s my cue.

i really don’t want to leave. Aside from the fact that i could use just a little rest to recuperate, i feel safe and at home here, which is ironic considering how rough and demanding He is when we’re together. The bed, the room - everything smells like Him, and now i do too. 

i wonder if He’s ashamed of me - the old fag He’s fucking. We never meet in public, and aside from where He lives, i know very little about Him. He certainly doesn’t offer anything, nor does He ask me questions about myself. i suppose you know everything you need to know about someone you meet at a bathhouse. 

He certainly knows what a whore i am. i’ll never forget Him watching from a dark corner as the other men used me, one after another. He was the most beautiful, fearsome Man there. Nobody objected when He extracted me from their circle to lead me to His private room. 

i wanted to fall to my knees and worship His body. But i was not allowed that luxury or privilege. He used me and commanded control of my body in a way that instantly made me forget all other men before Him. We were soon both covered in sweat and i could easily imagine a crowd gathering outside to listen; He did nothing to stifle my cries.

When He’d sated His lust, or anger, or whatever was responsible for His unapologetic aggression, He offered me the room. “I have it for another three hours; it’s yours.” i was surprised when He asked for my number before leaving. 

i was grateful for the offer. i needed some time to regain composure before heading to my locker. And i didn’t want anyone hanging around to touch me, not after Him. My gaping hole was leaking, and even though i couldn’t see in the dim light, i knew my body was covered in bruises. 

i don’t know much about Him and He doesn’t offer anything. i don’t know what this is, but I’m afraid to push Him. i don’t know what He sees in me. But i give Him everything i have every time. 

After several long moments of silence, i slowly crawl off the bed and start to dress; i’m achy and sore. 

“The less you know about me, the better, angel.” He has a beautiful, masculine voice that makes my heart melt every time. i wish i could hear it more often. i stop what i’m doing and turn to Him, hoping for more. But that’s all i’m getting. 

Angel. He’s never called me that before, and i feel like anything but. Still, it’s a clue. Whatever life He lives must be dangerous, so much so that He considers me angelic or innocent by comparison. i don’t care. It only makes me more determined than ever to do whatever i need to help Him fight His demons, real or otherwise, and to show Him by my submission and obedience just how much He is worshipped, respected, and adored - even if i’m just an old fag.