By Tigerkey, edited and approved by Steellock

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Steellock. This chapter is by Tigerkey. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Dreaming of the Trucker

A brief intro into me: I am an adult male sub who has always been interested in a sub/Dom relationship, to give up total control to a top/Dom who will take over my life.  In hopes of this I have been looking into it and looking on the internet for some information to know how things work. In doing so I came across Jim’s online shop, so I started looking more and more on his site and found that he has Matt, a sub, into bondage and the things that they get into, but the shy loner that I am, I don’t have it in me to go into the shop just yet.

So here I am reading everything that I can to find out what I’m looking for, and to fantasise about and wank off to, each and every night too. I came across Jim’s latest showing of the new and improved E-stim set up, which shows Matt in all his wonderful and impressive size, and I dream I had his muscular body and his strength.

One can always dream. I have more of a runner sized body with what I think to be an ok sized cock which looks to be a bit smaller than Matt’s. I get the feeling that Matt is in for a long night with the E-stim wires going from the front and back of him. I think that he is plugged and looks to have something I don’t know of in his cock too. GOD, I WISH I WAS IN PLACE OF MATT, I think to myself. So, I watch Jim and his other worker, who I think is called Jess, but I am not sure. He is the size I’d love to end up being, but I’ve never been to a gym in my life.

So, let’s stop daydreaming and see what is going to happen. Jim is saying his bit about how things work, and I see the plug and the thing that goes into your cock (mine is now hard just dreaming of it in me), then there is a man I’ve seen in Jim’s shop over the live feeds. I can’t think of his name, but he looks to me like a dreamy Dom, a big hard shapely man; oh how can I meet this man and give myself over to him, sigh. This, while watching Matt fighting to control himself in the cage he has been put into. My eyes keep going to this other man. Often, I’ve heard Jim say if you have any questions to email them over to him in the shop and he or this Jess will get back to you.

So here I am, shaking, about to send Jim an email and ask him who this dreamy, impressive man is. I need to ask, or I feel I will die for not knowing at least his name. So with me shaking like a leaf I send it, not knowing if I will ever hear anything back. I freeze the screen and take a screen shot of this dreamy guy next to Jim and put it to my screen saver and close the feed to just go and wank off to the thoughts of hearing back from Jim.  After this I go to bed and I just dream of the man of my dreams and before I can think of anything else the alarm goes off to wake me up to go and do my day in my little cubicle of my call centre job for the next 8 hours, which seem to go by like I just got there because I just can’t get this man out of my head. Every time that I stop doing anything he is there, in my head. I hope that when I get home I’ve gotten a reply to know who this man is.

As soon as the clock hits 5 pm I just jump up from my station and run home faster than ever so I can check my emails, to pray that Jim knows who I mean and that he replies to me. Never in my life have I wanted to know anyone else this badly, so I hurry to my laptop to find this dream of a man looking at me. The man who has been in my head all day long. I see I have two emails, one that looks to be a reply and another a link to a live streaming site I’ve never heard of. So first I read the reply and see it was from Jim’s private email account, which I never thought he would reply to me in the first place!

To know he personally replied to me was the greatest of surprises so far; he has sent me a picture of this man that I’ve been dreaming of and then just simply says that this is the TRUCKER, go see his site. You might like it; the link is in the other email I sent to you. Any other questions send to me OR, better still, come to my shop for a chat.

So, reading this, I am so shocked about what to say that I just send back a email explaining that I’m an extremely shy sub who has never been able to go into a shop like you have, Jim, and it scares me to death. But thank you so, so much for the trucker’s name and the link to his site and I hit the send button without even thinking any more of anything else that may happen from this email.

Then, I go as fast as I can and load up the TRUCKERS site, as it is titled, and I am shocked to see that Matt is in the truck of the Trucker, and that they are going to Mexico for a trip, and all the things that are going on. But all I hear is the Trucker’s voice, so I don’t see much else and I’m thinking, why can’t I be where Matt is? He does look SO SO good all strapped down. But I’m jealous of him. Why can’t I be the one instead and I can’t think of anything else, so much so that I can’t stop myself from wanking to the voice of the Trucker. How, just how, can I meet this man and what would I say to him, if I’m able to say anything at all? Or do I just kneel and beg him to take me as his own and say, ‘I give my life over to you, Master’ and then kiss his boots until he notices me down on my knees, or he just kicks me out of his way. Oh, even that small amount would be a dream come true, just to be that close to him.

I’ve wanked so much thinking about the Trucker that I don’t see that Jim has sent me another email, which looks to be simple, but I don’t find out until it’s too late that it has a speed link to my laptop and he is watching me as I call out Trucker’s name and that I have said out aloud that I want to be the Trucker’s personal sub/slave for life and would do anything in my power just to meet this man.  There is so much going on in my head that I don’t realise that a new email comes up from that very man. I don’t know that Jim has also told the Trucker what I just said, and that he got the Trucker to send me a special email and Jim has already linked the spy feed to him. I won’t realise this until a lot later when I won’t be able to speak or move at all.  So, I turn my laptop off and go to bed, but I don’t know that the Trucker has an unstoppable feed from my webcam and while he is in one of his ad breaks he watches me wanking off for the last time tonight. As I cum and scream his name I think the neighbours can hear it. It was so hard to think of anything else that night and I pass out on the bed.

Unbeknownst to me, the Trucker is watching this and laughs and then has a wicked idea that he needs to talk to Jim about, and they both come up with a plan that I won’t find out about until it is too late to know anything else. If I had known about it, thinking back, I don’t think I would have even left the little flat I was passed out in.

I didn’t know that the Trucker had been looking for someone who could be trained, and that he would do everything that his wicked and twisted mind could come up with to have a sub he could call his own. He has wanted to get someone like Matt as his very own, or close to it, and now he is sure that this sub/slave is going to be his, and he is going to be totally alone 24/7/365. This makes him turn to Matt and he can just see the cute younger sub that he just watched calling his name, so he sends this cute boy an email and waits for the reply, which doesn’t come. He gets angry when he doesn’t get a reply, but seeing the boy is asleep he calls Jim to discuss how to get the thing he wants under his control. They talk for a good while and Jim, knowing his friend, agrees with the plan and ends the call.

The alarm goes off waking me up the next morning, not realising that I passed out after screaming the Trucker’s name and I go about doing another morning of showering, cleaning the dried cum off me and going to work. After this has been done and I’m on the way home I think of the night before and wonder if Jim has told the Trucker someone asked after him and if I could bring myself to go to Jim’s shop. Then my mind races, I think that its Friday today and I wonder if I have the guts to go there tonight or tomorrow night, knowing that Saturday would be better, not having anything to wear like I have seen in the live feed the other subs wearing, and then think WHAT IF. Then think nothing until I get in and shower, unaware that Jim has had a friend put a couple of cameras in my flat, which the Trucker asked for, and is watching me showering and talking out aloud.

Practicing asking, ‘Master can I be your personal slave?’ No, I can’t just ask this man. I have to find the correct way. So, thinking of this I have an idea. Not knowing whether this is going to work I go to my email and bring up Jim’s message and start to write about how I can’t approach things, hoping that Jim can guide me in some way. One of the things I write and ask is what clothing can I buy, hoping that this would be an easier way to ask more questions as I have been saving and had nothing to spend it on, so here I am asking another Master for help. I’m so focused on this that I don’t see any of the other new emails I have until I finished this one to Jim and I’m surprised to find out that, after hitting the send, I get a reply almost straight away with a list of things. Jim, I find out a lot later, had already known this was coming and had spent an hour, after chatting to his friend about this boy, making a list of things that the Trucker had also wanted the boy to buy ready if the boy would send the email asking for the help that he clearly needed.

The Trucker was having a break and, feeling Matt hopelessly strapped down, was thinking, ‘One day my boy toy is going to be here, and I will have so many things and ways to blow his mind that he will never ever be able to live his life as a normal boy again. He is going to want to be MINE, ALL MINE’. He watches the boy’s surprised face seeing that all Jim has had to do is press send on the email that was ready for this poor unknowing helpless boy. He hoped he would have the guts to go and see Jim sometime soon so they could spring their trap for him. Jim, using his connections, had found out the boy’s address and learned all his sizes in the clothing and footwear that was going to be needed for this to work.

I’m sitting here looking so shocked because I don’t even understand how Jim could have known that I was going to ask all of this and how was he so very quick to respond to me and understands that I had needed this for so long in my life. All I could do is send a quick thank you to Jim and ask if he was going to be busy as I would need some help going around the shop as I was not used to any of the things in the list and hoped he would understand how scared I was about even stepping foot into his shop.  The shock of all this was sinking in, and the last thing I hoped Jim might say is come in early so I can help you but bring your credit card as nothing is free but the reply I got was even more shocking than ever I would of dreamed of. It just read I KNOW ALL AND YOU HAD BETTER COME OVER HERE TONIGHT BOY, OR FIND OUT THE TROUBLE YOU ARE IN FOR NOT LISTENING TO ME AFTER READING THIS EMAIL.  So shocked was I, this can’t be the real Jim, could it?

I just sat there in total shock, then I see something I hadn’t noticed because of the shock; or the way I was focused on wanting to ask Jim for his help, that it wasn’t until now that I realised that there were four unread emails in my inbox. With disbelief I opened the very first email which said ‘HI THIS IS THE TRUCKER, I hear that you have asked for my name and that you want to have a meeting with me. Is this right BOY?’

I think this was the point in which I passed out from the shock; all the while the Trucker was watching the shock on my face and seeing me go pale as a ghost and pass out, he just smiled with the hope that I would wake up soon.  I don’t know how long I was out for but when I came around I couldn’t help but read this email, like for the next hour I just couldn’t do anything else. Then, like an idiot, I just replied with, ‘Yes MASTER TRUCKER I did, after seeing you in Jim’s shop standing next to him, and I can’t stop dreaming of your strong body and how wonderful you looked in the shop.’ Then I hit the send button, only to then realise that he had sent me two other emails and then I read his reply to what I had sent to him only a second ago.

It said that he hoped to be able to see me at some point soon, but he was away for a while and he said to watch him on his feed. He would send me a free, unlimited feed access so I could watch him play with the boy he had in the cab of his truck; then the last words were DO IT NOW AND TELL ME YOU ARE WATCHING ME. DO IT FOR ME.  So how in the world could I say NO to the man of my dreams? I went to the link on the bottom of this email and, true to his word, there was the unlimited link. I hit the open button and said, ‘Hello Master, this is your boy here.’  He smiled in his cab as he read this simple message and said ‘Good boy’ knowing that he had started his plan.

I was reading this reply and my mouth opened wide in shock and my heart was going 1000 miles a minute, then another message said, ‘You are going to go to Jim’s shop tonight and I’ve already gotten you a small gift from me there waiting for you to turn up and DON’T LET ME DOWN BOY!’ To this I just sent, ‘I’m scared, SIR. I’ve never been to a shop like Jim’s, and I don’t know if I can do this, but I want to for you, Sir.’  Knowing this was true, the Trucker sent, ‘I know boy, you are going to do this to make me happy. So do as you are told, and everything will be fine. I have already asked Jim for some help. If it will help you to get to his shop tonight, he will offer you a lift there with Jess. You know him, he is his other boy in the shop. He will be willing to be a friend and meet you somewhere for a drink and then you can ask him anything you want to. BUT you will go to the shop tonight with him, won’t you boy?’

Jim simply sent, ‘I’ve got everything set up, old friend, and not to worry, I will deal with it.’

I am quaking, but I don’t want to back out of the things they have set up to help make this happen. I sat there and read the email and, shaking, I sent a reply to the man I hope will someday be my real-life MASTER. ‘I will send Jim a message now with my phone number so that Jess can message me with a time to meet now, Sir.’ I got a one-word answer of GOOD and did just as I said I would. ‘Hi Jim, MASTER Trucker said to message you and ask for Jess to send me a time and place to meet me, and can he be a friendly help getting me to come tonight and meet you. Is that ok? I explained again how scared I was and hit send. What I couldn’t understand was that just a whole minute later there was a message saying, ‘HI THIS IS JESS, MEET ME AT THE CAFÉ DOWN THE ROAD FROM THE SHOP AT 6 PM SHARP.’

I think I read this over and over for about an hour before looking at the clock to see it only gave me an hour to clean up and leave and get there in time and I don’t want to be late. So I rush into the bathroom and clean up quickly and find the smartest jeans, shirt and shoes that I had and got dressed and left the flat and got to the café in record time and was 20 minute early. Thinking have I done the right thing and what if, what if, what if, only to realise time had gone by and was awoken by my name being called over my shoulder. Looking back, I see Jess standing there, with his hand out to shake mine.  I was so shocked to see him I couldn’t speak, so I just nod and shake his big strong hand. He sat down and we talked, and I explained how I was so scared and this was the first time I’ve done anything like this, I just stay home alone too shy to meet people. Which is true, I don’t have any family or friends any way. Jess just sat there and listened to me talk for what felt like an hour about myself, but it was only a few minutes. Then Jess said it’s ok I’ve been there myself but as it’s getting late and I’ve got to help Jim in the shop tonight, so we need to get going NOW. So, I stopped talking and got up to go but what I hadn’t expected was for Jess to come close to me and he said, ‘Turn around and put your hands behind your back, boy.’ In my shocked state I just did it without thinking and the next thing I know is a CLICK, SHORTLY FOLLOWED BY THE SECOND ONE.

I look behind me to find a set of rigid cuffs around my wrists and then Jess leans close to my ear and says if you want these off you have to ask Jim as he has the ONLY KEYS FOR THEM, BOY. NOW MOVE! I do, and, to make sure that I don’t run for it, Jess puts an arm around my shoulders and leads me off to see Jim. This scares the hell out of me and I’m shaking so much that Jess can feel me doing it, so he says, ‘Relax boy, this is going to be a fun night you don’t want to miss, or to upset the TRUCKER. He has got you something, and he wants you in it tonight. He has asked Jim to send him a picture of you in it ASAP. So just relax and enjoy what your new Master has planned for you.’

So here we are, about to walk in, but I stop dead in my tracks because the one thing I didn’t expect was Jim with a big smile on his face seeing us coming closer. He is almost filling the doorway and seems bigger in person.  Jim calls out to Jess to get that boy over here and laughs, so I’m pushed from behind and start moving again and get a welcome handshake from Jim, who says, ‘Welcome, I’ve been waiting for you to get here, boy. Come in and have a look around and then we will get started.’ I walk in and then the door to the shop bangs shut behind me and the smell of leather and rubber hits me. Suddenly I feel a hood being put over my head and can only just see that it’s the same SCI-FI hood that Matt wears. Then I see nothing but feel two sets of hands working on my head and then at my sides when the hood is now sealed to my head. I am so lost that I don’t know what to do and black out.

That’s all I know, apart from learning the fresh smell of new leather for the first time. I just feel like I’m falling, but I don’t hit anything; that’s all I remember.

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