By Steellock

The Trucker turned to the camera and laughed. ‘That got Matt squirming!’ he joked. ‘We got some lovely noises coming from inside that thick rubber hood, you could just imagine what was going through his mind as the fingers moved over his body and the needles started piercing his extremities! Needless to say, Matt had agreed to piercing with his Master Jim a while ago, he just did not know when or how it would happen, certainly not that it would be watched by so many friends around the country and world. Could you see yourself here in my cab, your body completely at my disposal? We have one more little experience for the big fucker before he gets a break. We will drop my friend The Piercer off so he can get back to work then set things up. Let’s have some guesses from you all in the comments on what Matt’s next little nightmare / dream may be.’

Gus pulled the truck into a rest area and stopped next to a car. It was waiting to take The Piercer back up the highway to his home and shop.

Before leaving he went over to the bench and had a good look at his work and the object before him. He loved his job; it gave him the opportunity to meet a range of people. Generally, it was the chat and banter with them that made the job special but this time, of course, there was none of that. Just this big, muscly body strapped down for his attention. He was quite impressed by the way Matt had taken the piercings, really very little squirming or squealing. He ran his hands over the body before him, feeling the way the muscles curved and flowed. It was all curves, the curve of the neck muscles leading to the curve of the muscles over the shoulders leading to the bulging muscles in the man’s arms. The curves of the pecs, deep mounds of hard muscle there, both crowned by an erect nipple that now showed a thick steel bar running from side to side. He was glad to see how straight he had got them. Then he felt the repeated red and purple curves of the ribs and troughs of the sensational but bruised abdomen; he felt the body flinch a bit as he ran his hands over them.

Farther down was the wonderful curve of the still erect cock, crowned by its new piercing. He always felt that a pierced cock was the true way a man should display his love of sex and his love of the way of life it articulated so clearly. Then he felt his way down the curved bulge of the thick thighs, wrapped as they were in the Bleacher Jeans, until he got to the thick, heavy leather of the boots at the bottom. He felt the tough straps that held them securely, his own cock getting hard at the thought, perhaps he should ask his friend if he could experience this sometime too? He tweaked the cable that ran back up to the steel ball stretcher and then he felt the smooth, stretched skin that covered the nice, big balls! A devil in him made him take out a small needle from his work bag and he, very gently, pressed it to the tightly stretched skin and almost giggled as Mat stiffened and pulled at his restraints….

Matt lay back (after all he had no option!) and enjoyed this pair of hands running over his body. One of the best rewards for the hours of gym time, the care he took of his body and they way it looked was getting this kind of attention. He could imagine the guy who was touching him so gently and smoothly, he also imagined the audience looking at his body; some of them no doubt wishing they were in his place and some of them wishing it was their hands that were exploring him.

Meanwhile, The Trucker was watching the reaction on the channel to the recent activity, his viewer figures were at an all-time high. The comments were clear and favourable, lots of guys sharing their thoughts too.

When they were again alone in the cab, alone that is except for a guy in tight bondage and a lot of horny viewers, he turned and looked at Gus. A tough looking guy with a shaved head wearing a thick chain around his neck. It was secured by a chunky padlock. He liked looking at Gus, and they had played together quite a bit, but they would not be more than friends and occasional kink partners. He was not the kind of long-term partner that he so wanted. Someone who could share his life and loves in a relationship that might last. Perhaps Ben would be the one? He was looking forward to chatting to him later.

‘OK guys, lets finish off this session with Matt with a bit of fun,’ he said to the cab camera.

Back at the shop Jess wondered what his lover would be faced with next.

The Trucker swiftly disconnected the cable that had been pulling on Matt’s balls and the unlocked and removed the weight. He could see that the skin of Matt’s ballsack had been properly given a workout as there was a bright red line where the steel had dug in and caused some bruising. Gus took over and opened a tub of ‘ball butter.’ He scooped some up on a finger and then massaged it into the sack, easing it and stretching it out to get the cream all over, Matt wriggled as this always tickled and was a feeling he loved.

The Trucker unplugged the Estim cables from the steel dildo that was keeping Matt feeling full and shocking his prostate and eased the plug from his arse. Matt heaved a sigh of relief. He lived much of his life in hoods and was very good at looking at the inside of the leather or rubber and seeing with his minds eye what might be going on but this time he was beyond imagining! The Trucker ran a finger around Matt’s hole and gently teased it, slipping it in and checking the stretch, it seemed to be nice and loose so perhaps Matt was ready for a good fucking. It didn’t really matter though, he was going to get one whatever…

He pulled out the equipment drawer and took out a big rubber dildo, it was thicker than your average cock and about 12 inches long. The surface was ridged and covered in moulded veins. It had a screw socket fitting on the base. He held it up and showed it to the audience, Jess back home gasped. It was a good bit bigger, and a lot longer than they had played with before.

Gus, meanwhile, had been digging in a locker and passed over a small but powerful fuck machine which was then fixed firmly to the base of the leather bench. The Trucker showed it to the camera and grinned. Matt, of course, just heard them moving around and wondered what his fate was next. He felt something pressing on his hole. The pressure was firm and kept on and he felt his butt open and something start to slide in. Then it stopped.

The rest of the world watched it being attached to the arm of the machine.

‘We have the drive of the fuck machine set up to the throttle,’ said the Trucker. ‘As we pull off that sets the speed. Moving up the gears increases the penetration.’

Oh Fuck, thought Matt.

This time the Trucker was driving. As he pulled away the fuck machine could be heard increasing its pace along with the engine. Matt was gasping, it was rubbing on his prostate and his body was pulsing with the reaction. When the gears changed, he felt the action get deeper and the rhythm changed. This kept stepping up as the truck speeded up and the dildo went further and further into his ass…

Then his mind was distracted a little as the Estim came back in his nipples, now pulsing with the stroke of the machine.

The camera was zoomed in onto Matt’s abdomen and, as they got into top gear and the dildo was being pushed the full 12 inches, rhythmically in and out of Matt’s butthole, the audience could see the end moving up and down under the muscles. Most people have too much fat for this.

What Matt could feel was his mind focussing in on his prostate and then he had a huge explosion with a jet of cum arching over and splashing over his chest! Then life got tougher as the fucking did not stop…  It took another 15 minutes but then it happened again, perhaps a bit reduced in flow. By the third time his balls were running low and by the fifth he was cumming dry and starting to holler into his hood.

As before, the watching world reacted with fountains more cum in homes everywhere.

The Trucker turned to the watching crowd and thanked them for their time and said that he would be posting an invite to the next session soon…

Later that day Matt was sitting on the bench looking around at the world and feeling completely physically and emotionally exhausted. The Trucker pulled into another town and stopped at a Truckstop. Gus was scheduled to leave them and take a lift back home. They climbed down and stood by the truck. He took a good look at the big muscly guy in his sleeveless Levi jacket and gave him a hug, then turned and slapped the Tucker on the back and thanked him for the trip…

Matt and The Trucker picked something to eat and sat in the cab, eating and chatting about the rest of the trip. They were very careful as Jim had been clear that no one was allowed to see Matt’s face. The glass in the cab doors was, of course, blacked out. The next day they would be getting to the Mexico border and The Trucker told Matt that he had promised the main guard a bit of a show, letting him see Matt locked down on the bench in his gear and hood. The guard was a long-term friend and a dedicated watcher of the kink channel and had been asking for a good look for a while… The Trucker liked to keep on good terms with these guys as it made his life easier with the frequent crossings he made, to and fro. Matt had no problem with that, he just loved the thought of getting back onto the bench and hoped that his butt would be ready for another invasion!

After the meal the Trucker checked that there was no one around and Matt ran over to the rest room block and took a really long shower, stretching and moving under the water flow and then he had a good look at his collection of bruises. Fuck his belly felt sore but, more than that, his butt hole felt more stretched than it had even been and the grin on his face was wide and happy.

Then he remembered his aftercare for the new additions and went about using the saline, cleaning over the pierced area after the shower in case there was anything left to infect his nipples and cock.  Once this was done, he really liked what he saw after all this time talking to Jim about getting it done. He dressed in a clean pair of Bleacher jeans and pulled his boots back on, lacing them up tightly. After one more look, he left the shower block and went back to the truck, where the Trucker was waiting for him.

The next day, before they set off Matt had been given the gag, hood, ankle and wrist restraints and the Trucker had sat back and enjoyed the show of the big guy getting ready for his next session. Matt lay down and felt his cock leap to attention as he felt the restraints be pulled into place and locked. He wriggled and tested the limits of his freedom to move – there was virtually none at all with his head restrained firmly, his wrists locked to the sides and his boots secured. He felt his cock start to leak, just a little. The Trucker set up the piss system, the border guy had been clear that this was something he wanted to do as he had a good look at the prisoner. He bolted the steel stretcher back around Matt’s ball sack, pulling his big balls back tight in the stretched skin and hooked up the stretching cable. Matt muttered and grumbled into his gag but his cock stayed hard as ever! He sent out an alert and got the camera working with the view of the victim back online. In the shop Jim logged in and put the show onto the big screen.

They drove on with traffic getting denser as they neared the border point. He worked his way through the various checks and then pulled up beside the final guard post where his fan was waiting in suspense, looking forward to finally seeing a guy secured in the plan truck! He swung himself down and strode over to the door.

 

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