By FirefighterSIR
The slave suddenly realized that it must be about 2 a.m.
The slave could hear the Captain laughing and talking with some of the truckers gathered around the massive dirty Chevy truck and smell the beer breath and cigarette smoke. The truck stop bar must have just closed for the night.
The slave was bound in the truck bed, his arms stretched and shackled to the sides, his booted legs spread wide and chained as well, his ass exposed as he laid chest down on the rough saw horse set in the pickup. On either side huge semi’s rumbled in the hot night sheltering the depraved scene from the rest of the truck stop.
The slave spit to get the cold cum and piss out of his mouth and panted and moaned as he heard another burly trucker climb up into the lifted pickup and unzip his jeans. The trucker’s rough, heavy hands cupped the slave’s face and pushed his thick dirty cock toward the slave’s exhausted mouth. The slave began to tongue and suck the thick meat as he felt another man grab the slave’s abused ass and finger and grope his tortured hole.
The second trucker’s cock slid into the hole easily and began to pump the muscled slave furiously. Both men were massive, burly, hairy-chested bears. The one being sucked and serviced by the slave pulled off his tight tee and mauled his own huge nips while the other used his hands to grip the muscled slave’s tight waist to drive his rod deep inside with each thrust and pull out fully to make his raped hole snap. The first trucker took the leather crop lying across the cum-drenched slave’s back and began to stroke the nips of the second trucker’s huge pecs. Then begin to beat the slave’s back in unison with the double fucking thrusts at both holes. Both were grunting and panting in the diesel fume filled air.
The slave could barely remember the day that had just unfolded.
The Bear Trap Ranch consists of three parallel ridges that enclose a deep canyon in the hills beyond King City. The middle ridge is the lowest, ending in a small meadow with a tiny cabin resting on it. The mouth of the canyon is narrow, guarded by a grove of ancient oaks and a heavy rusted cattle gate. In colonial times, fierce grizzly bears would be lured into the canyon and roped by vaqueros to be tormented and killed for sport. The road that leads up the canyon to the middle ridge is narrow and rough, just wide enough to allow a pickup to scrape by with spiny dry brush over hanging both sides.
After the slave had been roped to the ATV the morning before, he had been forced to run behind it down the narrow road to where they would work that day. The sun was already burning full in the canyon and the dust marked their travel eastward. The ATV stopped, and the Captain jumped off, busying himself with the chainsaw. The slave panted and blew about 15 feet away still shaky on his feet and sweat drenched. The slave was totally naked except for a silver chastity device locked to his cock and metal cuffs and collar.
The chainsaw roared to life and the Captain slipped a dirty flannel shirt over his bare torso. He dropped an orange helmet and ear covers onto his head and unclipped the rope holding the slave to the ATV.
The slave ran forward when the Captain motioned him. He shouted over the chainsaw.
“Take the brush and pile it over there, boy! Watch out for the bar!” indicating the racing chain blade.
That was the last thing the slave heard before the Captain revved the saw and climbed up to the fringe of brush along the road. The slave had no time to think as branches began to drop and fall toward his naked body. The brush was spiny and sharp and each huge limb, over 6 feet long, had to be pulled out, gathered up and run over to the pile across the road. The slave learned this the hard way. After the first few cuts, the Captain stared angrily at the slave as he stood there afraid to move stopped in mid pull. The Captain cut the saw motor and grabbed the leather crop on his belt.
“Pull the branches! Put them in the pile!” He shouted and slapped the crop across the slave’s massive pecs, making sure to hit both of his huge nips. The slave grabbed and pulled an ran while the Captain resumed cutting, but did not get the rhythm: cut, pull, gather, run, to the Captain’s satisfaction until he had suffered a several more hard lashes with the crop to the slave’s back, legs and abs. The marks stood out very dark red and black on the slave’s already red and sweaty smooth skin.
An hour later, the slave’s head was spinning and he stumbled into the road. The two had made good progress, widening the road track over twenty feet along several yards, but there was still almost a mile to go!
The Captain gulped cold water from the cooler in the shade of a scrawny pine and motioned the slave over. The slave fell to his knees at His boots and hung his head, panting and hot, his sweat dripping off in puddles, mixing with pre-cum that had been drooling out of his caged cock all morning.
The Captain reached down and grabbed the slave’s face and shoved a dirty thumb in his mouth to open it. He poured cold water down the slave’s throat. The slave sputtered and gulped greedily. The Captain then shoved a pill into the slave’s mouth and more water to follow until the slave swallowed.
Without a word He pulled off His sweat and dirt drenched shirt and threw it aside. He backed up against the tree and gripped the lowest branch, exposing his ripe hairy pits and his large dark nipples stretched against his thick pecs clothed with trimmed black hair.
The slave shakily rose and stepped close, meeting the Captain’s eyes. The smell of sweat and testosterone was as intense as the dust and sage in the air.
The slave moved forward and placed his face in the sweating armpit and licked eagerly, deeply inhaling the scent. The slave’s head was a blur and he closed his eyes trying to stay standing. The Captain grunted and breathed deep as well pushing the slave towards his pecs with one hand.
The slave licked and bit the nipple and reached one shackled hand down to rub the heavy fabric of the Captain’s Carharts. The Captain’s other hand reached and gripped the slave around the waist and pushed him forward toward the back of the ATV. In one deft move the slave was spun around, cuffed and pushed over the rack.
The Captain mounted the bike and shoved his crotch into the face of the slave doubled over on the machine. The slave took no time in grabbing the unbuckled belt with his teeth and working open the dirty work pants. The slave strained his neck forward to exposed the black jock strap inside and the Captain’s engorged cock shoved free on its own to meet the slave’s mouth. The Captain reached over and pulled the slave closer by his cuffed wrists and began to face fuck his muscled animal property.
The slave took the entire length but knew that he needed to massage the man’s cock slow to induce the river of white hot cum out.
The slave opened wider as he worked the massive meat tool. The Captain laid back on the handle bars, his sweat running down his abs towards his cock slave’s open mouth. The Captain’s balls tightened and his hips pumped the slave’s mouth pushing deep inside until the cum came. The Captain grunted and moaned, emptying his nuts and holding the slave to his cock.
He was breathing heavily into the hot air under the pine but was not done. As the slave attempted to pull away, The Captain pushed his face back down over His shaft and began to work the slave’s face up and down the shaft. The slave could not beleive it! He was being forced to polish the man’s head and rod immediately! The slave tried to keep up and begin to suck with all his might. He could feel the cock stiffen and swell again, seemingly bigger than before inside his mouth. The Captain pulled him down to suckle his balls and begin to use his dirty hand to stroke His spit-lubed rod. The Captain pumped a second load down the slave’s throat before he was let up and the Captain dragged him back to camp.
The slave was ripped out of his thoughts as the huge trucker cock in his abused and ripped asshole yanked free from a deep thrust and shot hot cum onto his sweat drenched back. He must have been taken by eight men already in that truck stop outside Paso Robles. The slave’s hand dropped and he panted, and tried to move his tortured cock, locked in cruel chastity and drooling a constant stream of juice. The Captain was telling one man, with a huge thick chest, and knaki uniform, that he would be the last one to ride the slave tonight. The slave tried to look up but could only see the shining boots and blue stripe down the uniform pant under the edge of the blindfold. The CHP officer’s soft black gloves pulled up on the slave’s chin and guided his mouth to the massive rod sticking out under the heavy black leather gun belt laden with tasers and cuffs.
The slave knew what he was sucking. Cop Cock! And he got a second wind, straining up against the bonds to try and take the full measure of the cop meat. The cop pulled out and moved to the slave’s hole and shoved his gloved hand deep into the slave’s hole while the other squeezed its swollen balls. The slave moaned desperately. The patrolman slipped his cock inside and began to pump the cum-splattered hole. The Captain climbed in behind the patrolman and opened his tight knaki shirt shirt, slipping his hands in under the tactical vest to grope the massive pecs encased in kevlar protection. The patrolman’s dark, close-cropped hair brushed against the Captain’s face as he murmured into his ear. The slave only heard a single sentence above the diesel roar around him and the moans of the patrolman.
“ … Yeah, Levi, this slave is real good isn’t it? Well, you and the rest of the Cadre are gonna have a good time on Sunday … don’t forget … you owe me for this … ”
The CHP shuddered as he shot his load with the Captain’s muscled arms wrapped around him and the slave passed out again …
To be continued …
