By Steellock

The Trucker sat in the diner eating his burger. He was watching the comments on his channel feed. Ideas from the audience were coming through, and one of them had caught his attention. A guy has noticed that Matt’s laces in his heavy black Grinder boots are yellow and is suggesting that the Trucker use the feeding spigot on the front of his hood to pipe in a good supply of piss! Gus saw the comment too and reminded the Trucker that they had done something similar before…

While they were chatting the Trucker mentioned that he had been in contact with Jim over the last day or so and he had been alerted to a new, and very inexperienced, sub who had been asking about him. Turns out he is completely captivated by the Trucker having seen him in the shop during Jim’s recent demo session and is wanting to swear eternal worship and kiss his boots! Just what the Trucker had been looking for. Jim had managed to get the boy into the shop, and they were planning on using Jess to help him take the biggest step of his life and be ready to meet his idol!

They finished their coffee and the Trucker grinned and said ‘OK, let’s go and make some changes in the cab. Matt can follow his balls into hell!’

The screen on the wall still showed Matt on the bunk in the cab. His big muscular body was now still, he was obviously resting after the intense drive so far… The leather restraints holding his arms, waist and head showing black against the tanned skin of his arms and his heavy boots. As always, he was wearing a hood; in this case a thick rubber hood that was locked on by a wide collar which was also padlocked to the sides of the bench. The hood fitted closely to Matt’s head and there was a steel spigot on the front that obviously linked into the mouthpiece.

Matt was gently drifting in his mind as he rested. He was jerked back to reality by a loud bang on the door, which was then pulled open. He was overwhelmed by mixed emotions. A combination of ‘Oh fuck what’s next, let me rest!’ and ‘Oh fuck what’s next, this is one of the best days of my life!’ He heard the Trucker chatting to another guy and sensed them opening the locker under his bunk and sorting through the things inside. Then a finger touched his balls, running over the tight smooth skin. The heavy log of a stainless steel ball stretcher held his balls down in their sack and the tight skin was really sensitive. He felt the slow, gentle, circular movement of a finger around and over his balls and his cock leapt into an even more erect state. His balls were about his most sensitive erogenous area! He moaned. So did many of his audience who watching him on their laptops at home! Jess, standing locked into the standing cage in the store, looked at the screen in front of him and felt green with envy. His fingers did that very duty most mornings as he woke Matt from sleep…

The Trucker pulled out a few of the bits and pieces that Jim had given him during his last visit to the shop. Two steel fixings screwed into the sides of the stretcher, and they were linked to a steel chain. This was then attached to a steel cable that ran onto a pulley at the end of the bunk. The Trucker grinned at the camera and explained that the cable was on a motor that pulled, stretching the captive balls. This was powered by the same system as the cane, increasing in strength as the brakes were applied.

Matt heard this and groaned loudly. The Trucker flicked his balls with a strong finger and said, ‘Just you wait and see how that feels, boy!’ Matt actually felt the juice flowing from his cock!

Meanwhile Gus had taken out a series of pipes and a large clear bag. This was hung onto the front of the bunk. Matt felt hands on his very hard cock. Fingers rand up and down the rigidly hard member and teased the sensitive end. The steel probe that had been driving him frantic by bringing the Estim current deep into his body, was slowly pulled out. Not being able to see what was happening he could just lie there and wonder what the evil minds had planned next! The feelings kept him erect and throbbing, if anything even more than before, if that was possible! It did not take long for the plans to progress as the Trucker squeezed the bell end of the throbbing member, opening the piss slit and slid in a catheter, all the way. Matt felt it gliding down his big, thick cock, pushing its way all the way in. Then the Trucker used a syringe of sterile water to expand the balloon on the end inside Matt’s bladder to secure it. This was actually a relief to Matt, who had been starting to need to piss for a while. The catheter was linked to the bag and the Trucker opened the valve allowing a stream of warm piss to flow through. Matt sighed and relaxed a bit back into his bondage.

Another pipe ran from the bottom of the bag and this was slipped onto the mouth spigot on Matt’s hood, though he was not aware of it. Two further tubes went forward past the front seats. One had a funnel and the other an external catheter…

The Trucker was chatting away to his audience, telling them that Gus was joining him for a while. Gus had been a previous occupant of the bunk and was looking forward to driving the truck and generating all of the sensations that were soon to be driving Matt wild again!

Gus climbed into the driving seat, dropped his flies and slid the catheter sleeve over his rapidly engorging cock. He then sighed and a steam of piss ran back into the bag. He had been saving this up for a while!

He started the big diesel and grinned as he revved it a few times, seeing Matt go rigid as the Estim poured through his butt and nipples again. He tapped on gently the foot break and the cable to Matt’s balls tightened, lifting the steel stretcher off the bunk and starting to pull lightly downwards. Matt loved having his balls stretched, and this gentle tugging was really great. He could feel the skin of his ball sack stretching and settling as they were pulled down by the steel stretcher. He was glad that they had started fairly gently! Then, Gus grinned and stamped his foot down. The cable pulled hard, very hard, and the sensual gentle stretch went to an agonising hard yank. Matt felt that his balls may be squashed and burst, so hard was the pressure and a shaft of agony ran up into his body. It seemed like his world focussed onto his balls and someone was stamping on them! He had been using ball stretchers for a while and it was quite impressive how far they had been pulled – at least 2 inches of taut skin between the steel stretcher and his body! Gus released the brakes, and they pulled out into the highway heading south, the hard working engine generating ridiculously strong feelings that ran through Matts body. As Matt started to get his breath back, he was suddenly caught by surprise as a stream of warm, slightly acidic piss was jetted into his mouth. The Trucker was watching him and playing with a toggle switch on the dash.  He could see Matt struggle and then force himself to relax and swallow.

This was too much for more than a few in the audience as fists pumped, and a wave of guys went into a spasm all over the country; thick white jism fountained out in homes over 20 states, like the synchronised fountains in front the Bellagio in Las Vegas!!

To be continued…

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