Sand

SAND
By Kurt Kreisler
(Drummer #15.1977)

Victor simply stood beside the deserted highway, the heat waves creating cooling pictures across the desert. His lean legs were spread apart and his hands were in the hip pockets of his jeans as he stood gazing out across the desolation of the New Mexico desert. Even the mountains looked dry and dusty in the distance. He shivered uncontrollably, gritting his teeth. His close-cropped dark hair matted in ringlets across his handsome forehead from the sweat. It was hot . . . god was it hot! What a hell of a place to be stuck!

He rubbed his crotch unconsciously. God, that last ride had been a super dude! But . . . as usual . . . nothing had happened. Shit! He felt his oversized cock begin to harden, creating a bulge in his Levis.

His five foot six frame, lean and muscular, looked even more dwarfed by the vastness of nothingness that lay around him. Now he wished that he had stayed at the truck stop where the guy had dropped him off. He had a little change in his pocket and he could at least be enjoying a coke . . . or a beer . . . if his ID would pass. Seventeen! What a shitty age to be! His mouth was parched and in the distance he could see a cool looking pond of water . . . but by now he had learned that it was only an illusion created by the heat waves so he diverted his attention. As he looked around at the dead desert, he realized what a tedious bore life could become at times. He felt alone . . . and a little afraid. Fear he wasn't used to — and the feeling was more than alien and confusing.

The gravel crunched beneath his boots as he moved back onto the hot pavement. The cheeks of his small ass flexed and tensed as he moved, beneath the overly tight pants. He gazed without hope up and down the deserted highway. Nothing. He hadn't really expected anything, anyhow.

He began to walk . . . slowly . . . tediously . . . beneath the heat. He could feel the sun against his bare skin even through the light shirt and he was dripping sweat. He needed something to drink . . . and badly!

His one hundred and forty pounds felt like two hundred as he moved one foot in front of the other, his vivid brown eyes squinting against the desert sun that beat down on him relentlessly.

Suddenly his eyes spotted something ahead. It looked familiar. He speeded up a little. It was a deserted, canvas covered canteen. He picked it up and shook it. He could hear nothing but took the cap off anyway and tipped it up to his eager mouth. A few drops trickled out onto his tongue. Stale water! He tossed it aside carelessly. At least now he could feel that another human being had passed this way before and apparently made it. The thought comforted him somehow and he plodded on, tired and hot beyond belief.

Suddenly the vague hint of a sound came from behind him. He whirled around quickly and saw a tiny speck moving toward him on the highway. His heartbeat quickened and he swallowed hard. It was moving slowly toward him down the sweltering highway . . . damned slowly! A possible ride! His breath caught in his throat and he almost choked. He quickly tucked his thin, form fitting shirt more neatly into his pants and prepared himself to try hitching a ride. He ran his hands through his damp hair, trying to smooth it into place. He took a deep breath and waited . . . impatiently. The protruding imprints of his tits showed clearly through the thin material. He pulled in his thin waist and expanded his chest to make the right impression. He could tell now it was a truck . . . a big one . . . and you could never tell about truck drivers! His cock was still semi-hard . . . the heat had made him horny as hell! It showed glaringly through his flimsy trousers and he pushed his hips slightly forward to make it a little more obvious . . . hoping against hope!

The gigantic piece of wheezing machinery moved more quickly toward him now as it approached. He could vaguely see the form of the driver behind the wheel.

He watched with burning eyes until he could tell that it was a blond steering the huge machine. As the big, new Mac . . . shiny red . . . got closer, the flare of the desert sun on the windshield diffused the man's features and Vic couldn't tell what he really looked like. All he could tell was that the pale hair looked windswept and sexy.

He stuck out his thumb at just the right moment and heard the air brakes hiss as pressure was applied and the huge piece of equipment slowed to a stop almost directly beside him. There was a brief moment of hesitation, the engine throbbing a rhythm in the background. Then a handsome, blond head showed itself at the window on his side. The smile was disarming and a little arrogant. Vic's heart raced in his chest.

"Hey, kid . . . need a ride?" The driver looked up the deserted highway and laughed . . . a deep, throaty laugh and then looked keenly back at Victor. His piercing blue eyes seemed to read the boy's thoughts as Vic just stood there, stunned by the man's magnificent good looks. He felt that urge from his cock again and almost unconsciously reached down to grope himself. He caught himself just in time.

"Sure . . . sure . . . thanks!"

He saw the driver open the door and Vic made the long reach to the step and settled himself a little uneasily beside the big man sitting next to him.

"How long you been waitin'?" Again that broad, flashing grin as the man looked over at him and started the truck back out onto the highway, peering out into his side view mirror.

"Oh . . . about an hour . . ." Vic rubbed his tired legs and then folded his arms nervously across his chest. "I walked from the truck stop . . ." The man smiled over at him, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

"You should have stuck around for a while, kid . . . I'm sure one of the truckers would have given a good lookin' dude like you a ride!" Vic felt himself flush and the big man winked and reached over and patted the boy's leg. Then he left it there, resting on the worn Levis just at mid-thigh. Vic gulped and tried to cover it up with a cough. Victor could feel the heat as the guy squeezed slightly with his big fingers.

They rode the distance for a while in silence, the New Mexico landscape sliding by mile after tedious mile. The big rig rumbled beneath them and Vic wondered how these guys could ride the rigs all day and night. It seemed like such a drag!

"Thirsty?" The deep voice startled the boy as he gazed from the window, lost in his own thoughts. He jumped slightly.

"Uh . . . yeah . . . yeah, I am . . . very!" The trucker reached down and pulled a cold can of beer from an ice case on the floor, then handed it to Vic with another grin, flashing in the sunlight. "Here . . . this'll do ya' good!"

The boy hesitated a moment, looking from the can of beer to the trucker and then popped the tab. He leaned sideways and tossed it through the open window out onto the desolate sand. The hand inched its way up his leg until it was just about at the crotch but not quite. Vic noticed it but pretended not to. His cock was getting hard again and for some reason it embarrassed him.

He slugged at the beer a couple of times and it felt good going down. He sighed with relief and could feel the warmth in his stomach. He didn't feel the hand move again for a long time.

They rode for many minutes in silence . . . the tension in the air of the cab increasing steadily but almost imperceptibly. Vic began to feel a little giddy . . . he wasn't used to drinking. He reached timidly for another one and took a few sips. Suddenly everything seemed very funny to him and he began to giggle as he stared through the side window at the passing countryside.

The hand crept up suddenly and cupped his full crotch. His prick hardened instantly even though he was a little shocked at the suddenness of the move. Again he felt the warmth flooding through his crotch. The fingers plied suddenly at the soft flesh beneath the Levis and Victor squirmed in the seat. There was a short silence as the fingers kept plying slowly.

"How's about it, kid?" Vic hesitated for a moment.

"Uh . . . how about what?" He held his breath, knowing what was coming next but almost dreading it for some strange reason. Again that smile . . . flashing in the sunlight.

"How's about a little?" Again Vic paused and gulped at the beer in his hand nervously. The big, handsome blond made him nervous for some reason and he couldn't put his finger on it.

"How . . . how's about a little . . . what?" The smile vanished and the driver looked at him seriously, his blond hair drifting over his forehead like a little boy with muscles.

"Aw . . . c'mon now, kid!" He paused and stared hard at Victor's young face. "The way you're dressed, the way you act . . . you’re not here just for the ride and you know it! Vic swallowed hard, trying not to let his feelings show on his face. It apparently didn't work.

"0h . . . okay . . . I guess . . ." He wasn't sure what he was saying. Again the grin glinted at him from across the seat.

"That’s my baby!" The driver's eyes returned to the road. There was a slight pause. "There's a turn off with a lot of trees blocking it from the road not too far up ahead . . . we'll stop there . . ." Vic held his breath without realizing it and gazed up the road ahead through the windshield, suddenly nervous.

They rode in silence for a while, the truck driver's hand kneading Vic's crotch like soft dough. The boy was completely hard now and his nervousness was disappearing slowly. He squirmed in the seat and closed his eyes. The man's big, muscular fingers were feeling along the outline of his hard on and it was driving him crazy! His cock was throbbing and pulsing beneath his jeans.

Suddenly, far up ahead he saw the turn off with the trees and his heart quickened in his slender, muscular chest. His chest expanded as they approached the turn off and the trees slowly. Time seemed to creep.

"We're gonna have a ball, baby . . . wait and see!" Vic didn't answer as he could think of nothing to say verbally. His mind was traveling much faster than the truck.

At last the huge tires of the big rig crunched against the gravel as the driver pulled off the highway and nestled the truck in behind the trees like a pro. It couldn't be seen from the highway.

Suddenly the big man had Vic in his arms and smothered his mouth with hard, vicious kisses. He was hungry and it showed in his forcefulness. Vic's lips felt bruised and he wondered if they were bleeding yet. He felt as if he couldn't breathe and tried pushing softly against the hulking body that was all over him like a heavy pillow. The man only squeezed harder, his hands searching out each curve and crevice of the boy's slender body like a starving animal. Vic gasped and fought for breath.

The big hands began unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off of his shoulders. Victor shivered slightly at the man’s touch against his bare skin. Gooseflesh crawled all over his naked chest. The big fingers found his protruding tit and pinched at it a little hard. The boy groaned into the other mouth that was still smothering him violently. The handsome blue eyes were closed in rapture as he fumbled at the belt and buttons of the kid's Levis. Vic wiggled beneath his touch. The big hand reached down inside his pants and grabbed a handful of cock and balls and squeezed until the kid grunted loudly. That only seemed to spur the guy on harder.

"Strip down, kid . . . let me see that sexy little body of yours . . ." Vic scrutinized the big, handsome blond as the man moved back from him slightly. He was a sexy son of a bitch! He felt a little embarrassed for some reason as he began to strip in the cab of the truck, his clothes falling onto the floorboards. The big blond's eyes watched him avidly and he licked his full lips unconsciously. He eyed every inch of the naked, young male body beside him. His eyes sparkled as if he were starving.

"Let's go outside the truck, kid!" He grinned mischievously, his teeth sparkling in the sunlight through the windows. God! He was handsome! "Come on . . . nobody can see us!" He opened the door for Vic and the boy stepped timidly out onto the sand beside the truck, his eyes roaming all around him for signs of life . . . to make sure nobody was watching. The desert was deathly silent except for the sighing of the warm wind through the trees beside the truck. The sands stretched on for as many miles as the eye could see.

Suddenly he felt two big muscular arms reach around his slender waist from behind and it startled him a little.

"You beautiful little baby!" The arms picked him up and carried him to the front of the truck. As he let him down, the boy's bare feet hit the sand and pebbles, making him wince slightly.

The big blond suddenly swung him around by one hand until they faced each other square on. The sexy man had pulled his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it, revealing the fine blond hair that covered his massive, muscular body. His tits looked especially dark against the surrounding fair hair and they were large and inviting.

The young boy's eyes travelled upward to the man's piercing eyes and were captured there like a fly in a spider's web. The big man took both of his wrists in one big hand and reached around into one of his own hip pockets. There was a clink of metal but somehow Vic couldn't tear his eyes from the man's gaze . . . and the half smile that toyed and played across his handsome mouth.

Suddenly, in one deft move, one bracelet of a pair of handcuffs snapped with finality around one of the teenager's slender wrists. He looked down, stunned, and confused. The big man quickly and expertly bent him over and slapped the chain of the cuffs around the bumper of the truck and locked the other bracelet in place, making the boy bent over and helpless, his head hanging and his dark hair glistening on his forehead from both the heat and his nervousness at what was happening.

"How does that feel, little boy . . . huh?" He laughed into the silence of the desert, the sound strange and alien. "Now you have a new master!" Vic's body quivered slightly at the implications in the voice and the laughter. He felt foolish and vulnerable, stripped . . . in the middle of the desert . . . lashed to the front of the truck.

He heard a swish as the big blond pulled his belt from his Levis. It snapped in the silent air, the sound reverberating across the desert. The seventeen year old cringed, recognizing the sound from other times . . . other places.

Suddenly he felt the strong, gruff hands running along his naked body. They started at the broad shoulders and worked their way down to his slender waist where they squeezed until the fingers met around him. The boy's attention was temporarily diverted by the heavy sighing of the desert wind through the trees surrounding the truck.

Suddenly and abruptly he was brought back to the present by the lash of a heavy leather belt against his bare ass. His muscles tensed and flexed and he yelled aloud.

"Yell as loud as you want, kid . . . nobody's gonna hear ya' out here, anyhow!" Again that laughter taking the place of the wind. It wasn't as pleasant. Again the lash of the belt and Vic buckled against the onslaught. His knees hit the ground uncontrollably.

"On your feet, boy!" He rose slowly, dreading more of the same. His ass cheeks burned from the lashes already and he was scared . . . genuinely scared!

"Please stop!" He paused and gasped for air. "Stop!"

"Stop?" Again that throaty laughter. "Stop? I've just begun, kid . . . just begun to enjoy that sexy body of yours!" Again the leather hit, this time up between his legs and bashing against his hanging balls. He almost passed out from the pain that boiled up from his groin.

"Oh, God!" he murmured, almost to himself.

"He won't help, kid . . . he isn't even listening!"

Victor heard the unzipping of a zipper as the big blond undid his pants and lowered them to his knees, looking around suspiciously first. Satisfied, he returned to his task . . . the small, tight buns in front of him . . . tensed and ready.

There were a few moments of silence and then the big hands spread his tense cheeks apart by force. He froze as the head of a monstrous, huge cock pressed itself against his asshole. He prayed silently for someone to come by . . . pull off onto the turn off . . . Nothing . . .

"Christ!" he murmured. Again the laughter.

"Christ comes in small packages, kid . . . don't count on it!" The big blond stud closed his eyes in rapture as he felt the head of his horny cock touch the rim of the young boy's asshole.

"Damn!" he muttered to himself and to the cactus.

He shoved slowly, feeling the rim of his big, hot cock slip through the tight muscle of the boy's tight asshole. The kid groaned loudly as the cock forced its way into his body. He tried to move away from it but it only followed him relentlessly . . . passionately. He cringed as he felt the tool slip another inch inside his helpless body. It was stretching his asshole wide open and he groaned beneath the attack.

The big hands slapped loudly and smartly at the sides of his ass cheeks and the muscles tensed even more.

"That's it, baby . . . make them buns as tight as you can . . . daddy wants it tight!" Vic whimpered into the wind, the sounds being carried away across the desert almost instantly . . . uselessly.

The big hands reached around his slender body . . . one grabbing a tit and mashing it between two muscular fingers and the other grabbing his cock and balls and squeezing them, mashing them together relentlessly. There was pain from both sides of the boy’s body now.

"Please . . . please stop . . . please . . ."

"Huh uh!" There was a grunt from behind and above him.

The cock plunged in all the way in one last thrust, almost tearing him apart. He screamed into the wind but it was lost forever against the endless sand. The deep laughter above him echoed off into the hillsides around them, the rocks reverberating with the sound. The big truck driver threw his blond head back and gritted his teeth as his cock hit bottom. It pounded against the young boy's ass and he revelled in his ecstasy.

"Hyaaa yah!" The big man's chest expanded with his cry of triumph. His cock began pulling in and out without regard for the kid's feelings. Vic's knees buckled beneath him and strong hands simply pulled him upright again without a word. Vic yanked at the manacles around his wrists but to no avail.

"Please, don't do this to me . . . I'll blow ya' . . . anything!" There was a pause and then that laughter again.

"Don't worry, little boy . . . you'll get a chance to do that, too, don't worry!" Once more the laugh. "Daddy will take care of ya' . . . good care of ya'!"

His monstrous tool plunged inward and downward, hitting the prostate. The boy yelled again into the nothingness of the desert. It sounded weak and hopeless somehow.

The huge cock kept plunging in and out of his asshole, stretching it wider with each lunge . . . grinding his hips in a circular motion that caused more pain for Vic. He buckled against the onslaught and once again was lifted up by those two muscular arms.

"Stay on your feet, you little bastard!" The breath was hot and heavy with desire now and close to his ear. The big man's teeth started chewing at the tender flesh of his shoulder, grinding and tearing mindlessly. There were grunts from behind the boy . . . meaning something . . . meaning nothing but passion.

The force of the gigantic plunges knocked the air from the kid's lungs and he grunted himself, almost in unison with the big man standing above him.

"Oh, shit," he whimpered almost silently. "Oh, shit!"

The big man pulled his swollen prick knob out to the very rim, spreading the asshole wide open . . . then he plunged it back in to the hilt, viciously. Vic's knees hit the ground with a crunch and he gritted his teeth against further outbursts which only seemed to inflame the man on to more violent actions.

This time he wasn't lifted to his feet. The cock pulled abruptly and callously from his ass and there was a moment of silence. Vic waited with bated breath. Slash!

The boy could feel the cold metal of the truck bumper as his naked chest collapsed against it.

The leather belt hit him again . . . buckle first . . . raising welts almost instantly. It started at his shoulders and worked its way down his naked body to his ass and there became more furious in its attack. The blond groaned with each lash as if it were causing him an orgasm. Vic could hear the crunch of sand behind him as the big man moved to better position himself.

Suddenly the belt buckle crashed against his cock and balls at the same time and Vic screamed in mortal agony. A deep, slow chuckle sounded behind him. The boy closed his slightly parted legs instantly, trapping the belt in place. It was yanked cruelly from between them, making his legs burn. He moaned in hopeless pain.

Suddenly the whipping became faster and harder, the big truck driver slashing with each stroke of his arm . . . back and forth, the metal and leather biting into the teenager's skin with each stroke. His young, naked body shook with each blow and tears rushed to his eyes, overflowing and running down onto his smooth cheeks. He didn't say anything . . . it was useless, and he knew it resignedly.

"Ummm . . . looks good, baby . . . real good!"

Suddenly the lashing ceased and there were a few moments of silence which only made Victor more nervous. He could hear slight rustling sounds from behind him but couldn't turn his head far enough around to see what was going on. The big blond had stripped himself of his Levis.

Suddenly he swung himself around in front of the boy and sat on the cold bumper, his massive legs spread open . . . the golden hair shimmering in the desert sunlight. Sweat was pouring off both of their bodies. It ran in rivulets down the blond's massive chest and gathered at his belly button. His grotesque, hard cock stood up proudly, the moistness glistening on its surface right in front of the boy's face. Vic swallowed hard . . . knowing what was coming next.

"Eat me, little one . . . eat me good!" He thrust his hips forward, the heavy, low-hanging balls draping down across the bumper of the truck . . . two gigantic orbs . . . twitching with each surge of his giant hard on.

Vic closed his eyes against the sight and opened his mouth automatically . . . knowing that there was no escape from his plight.

"Open wider!" He complied, his jaws feeling the strain.

He felt the huge head of the prick enter between his lips, stretching his mouth open even more. They already ached. He could taste the masculinity from his own asshole and felt the slickness of pre-cum on the head of the cock. It slicked the entire head and his mouth spread it down along the monstrous shaft. The big blond groaned aloud, the sound carrying out across the broad expanse of sand.

His boots kicked Vic's legs further apart and his gruff, big hands grasped his head and pulled it down until the turgid cock was as far down his throat as it would go. Little Vic gagged uncontrollably but then quickly regained his composure. No reason to fuck up now!

He began circling his broad tongue tightly around the piece of male meat in his mouth. He licked away the pre-sex fluid and spread it over the shaft again. The big man groaned loudly.

There was silence for a few moments as Victor simply sucked as was required of him at the moment. His mouth couldn't accommodate the gigantic proportions of the cock in between his lips but he did the best he could. The desert wind whispered amongst the trees that were hiding the truck from the roadway. It whispered in its own language . . . probably about what was transpiring on the desert sand below it. It was as if unseen eyes were watching and waiting . . . waiting for the inevitable climax like whispering voyeurs, awaiting the end.

The cock rammed and jabbed against the tender back of the boy's throat as the gigantic and muscular hips moved like pistons in the desert air.

There was suddenly a swish through the air above the kid's head and he tried to yell around the prick in his mouth as the leather strap slashed at his small, firm, rounded ass cheeks. He jumped automatically as the belt landed again . . . a much harder slash this time, but without the buckle.

"No . . . please!" But the words came out jumbled and unintelligible. Again the belt smashed against him, raising another welt amongst all the others already there from previous abuse. The big man above him started to laugh but it was cut short and came out sort of a gurgle from deep in his throat.

"Ahhh shit!" He gasped for air. "I'm gonna cum, you little bastard . . . I'm gonna cum!" He grunted as the first jets of bittersweet cum raced into the helpless boy's mouth and trickled down his throat. Vic swallowed hard, trying not to taste it. He gulped faster and faster as the orgasm became more copious and forceful.

The cock pounded against the back of his throat relentlessly, leaving the boy breathless.

"Take it all, baby . . . take every inch . . . every drop!"

Despite his efforts to swallow every jet of cum, some leaked out around his tight lips and splattered onto the sand. It was just too much to take and somehow he felt both ashamed and afraid of the big man's wrath. He dreaded more of the whip. He'd do almost anything to escape it again. He cringed at the thought. It was too late . . . the leather belt crashed across his ass with a more than mighty blow. He did all he could to keep from biting down on the cock in his mouth.

"I said to eat it all, you little son of a bitch!" He slapped the boy hard against both cheeks with the open palms of his hands. Tears welled up in Vic's eyes. He was trying as hard as he could to please and apparently it wasn't enough. He felt abashed . . . and not only from the slap of the hands. He closed his eyes, the long, dark, heavy lashes moistened with tears as he continued to suck the gigantic prick in his mouth as the last jets of jizz spurted into his waiting mouth. He swallowed quickly and felt the big body before him spasm with the last of his orgasm. He could feel the banging balls against his chin and it began to turn him on. His own oversized cock began to harden now that the act was all over with. The sticky taste of cum clung to the back of his throat like glue and he gulped, trying to force it on down.

The big man let out a sigh of relief and his whole muscular body went limp. Slowly, his immense cock went soft in Victor's mouth and still filled it to capacity. The thought turned Vic on even more and his prick throbbed in the open air as he kneeled at the big blond's feet.

The handsome, blond head rested back against the grill of the truck and he closed his eyes in ecstasy, his prick slipping out of the teenager's mouth by itself. It finally plopped heavily against his big balls, the skin glistening with spit in the desert sun.

"Whew! You sure know how to take it, baby . . . you sure know your business!" Victor gulped heavily . . . clearing the rest of the cum from his throat.

He felt a relief as the monstrous cock slipped from his mouth. In grabbed a deep breath of air, relishing the relief.

His own cock was still hard and the big blond grabbed it and fisted it sadistically, grinning all the while. Vic tensed and grimaced against his will.

"Like me to take that, wouldn't ya' . . . huh?" Vic nodded almost hopefully, his eyes closed against the pain. "Tough break, kid . . . I don't do other guys . . . only fuck!" He laughed . . . his ethereal laughter echoing off amongst the low hills of the desert almost eerily. Victor shivered at the sound and the words. He needed to cum so badly that it was an actual physical pain. He didn't dare jerk off . . . he might arouse the big man's ire again and he wanted no more pain . . . not today . . . he'd had enough at the hands of the big blond!

Suddenly another truck rumbled by and they both froze for an instant. As it passed harmlessly, the big blond pulled up his pants and laughed again as he gazed at the beautiful boy in front of him . . . his passion, but not his admiration, satisfied.

Suddenly Victor's hands were released from the bumper of the truck and he was thrown gruffly to the sand, naked.

"Make it on your own from here on in, kid . . . you were fun!" He laughed that peculiar laughter again. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting another ride soon. You're the type!" Vic cringed physically and emotionally as he gazed up at the towering, blond giant. How could a guy be so callous? The desert suddenly looked endless to him again and he shivered despite the heat of the relentless sun above them.

The driver climbed back into the cab of the rig and, with a peculiar smile, pulled back onto the empty highway and rumbled off without another word. Vic felt suddenly vulnerable and alone. From far off he heard the cry of a strange animal and it gave him goose bumps all over his naked body.

He gathered his scattered clothing and dressed quickly, his dark eyes darting around him for signs of movement. Nothing. Not a thing but death and desolation. Again he shivered, his asshole sore as hell. Bastard! Gave him my best, he thought to himself . . . and he leaves me stranded! Fucked again! When is something good going to happen to me?

He finished dressing and stepped out onto the deserted highway. He looked apathetically in both directions. Nothing! Shit! It figured. He started walking slowly and without hope. Sometimes life could become a tedious bore, goddamn it . . . and this was one of those times! The thought of the big blond and his cock started hardening again against his will. The son of a bitch! Beautiful — but a bitch!

After what seemed like miles of walking in the hot desert sun he heard a low purring coming up behind him. He turned and the sight gladdened his eyes. It was a convertible . . . new . . . cruising  . . . slowly. He couldn't make out the guy's features yet, though.

As it grew closer, he could see the guy clearer. Dark hair . . . short and curly . . . sort of Greek-style. Yeah!

Just on the chance, he stripped off his shirt and shoved it into his back pocket. It dangled across one cheek of his ass. His hard packed little body gleamed in the desert sun . . . invitingly . . . for the right person. God! He hoped this was the right person.

He felt a moment of panic and frustration as the car pulled past him. Then it pulled over onto the gravel and stopped, the guy looking through his rear view mirror to see if the boy was coming toward the car. He was . . . on the run, and the driver smiled to himself. Cute kid . . . maybe it would be worth it! He rubbed his crotch through his expensive suit pants. His cock was already hard. His suit jacket, very expensive, was draped over the edge of the seat beside him. He pulled it down beside himself in anticipation of his rider.

Vic's heart pounded as he approached the new, expensive convertible. The guy was handsome in a devilish sort of way. He climbed into the plush, leather seat beside the guy. Out of the corner of his eye he viewed the bulging muscles and the crotch. Also the expensiveness of his clothes . . . as well as the car.

"Where you headed?" the guy asked casually without looking at the boy conspicuously.

"Albuquerque . . . eventually." Vic tried to keep his eyes staring out through the window beside him . . . the wind blowing through his short hair and feeling good. It felt luxurious as he leaned back into the plush seat.

"Good! That's where I'm headed, too. Maybe we can go all the way together." The words seemed to hold a double entendre. They rode in silence for a few moments.

"What kind of work do you do?" Vic asked casually, still staring out the window beside him.

"Stock broker . . ."

Ummm . . . no S&M here . . . just soft sex . . . any . . . Vic thought with relief.

They rode for miles without a word. A sly grin crossed the man's face without the boy noticing it.

Also unknown to Victor, as he watched the same desolate countryside, on the floor of the back seat lay an expensive leather bag of "toys" . . . handcuffs . . . leather gadgets . . . and a whip.

The boy rode on in silent innocence, trying to count the pains already suffered by his abused body.

It seemed like hours that Victor had been staring out through the side window, the wind blowing his short dark hair into tossed curls. It had really been only a matter of a few miles.

The dark, handsome stranger beside him didn't say a word and little Vic didn't notice the glances that the man was giving him out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, and suddenly, the silence was broken. It instantly startled Vic from his lethargy. The new convertible glinted its shiny surface into his eyes until he had to squint against it.

"How come you're goin' to Albuquerque? Family, kid?" Vic hesitated for a moment. He didn't really know why he was going. Why? Just because he'd been born there?

"Nope. I was born there but there's nobody left there for me at all." He paused. "Just someplace else to go, I guess."

"I have a house there if you don't have anything else to do." The driver cleared his throat. "Maybe you would have dinner there with me. How's about it?"

Vic turned and looked at the man. The dark eyes sparkled as if from some secret joke. The guy stared directly into him . . . almost as if he were looking through him like an x-ray. The eyes looked coal black in the bright light and their intensity made Vic shiver. He tried to mask it by coughing into his hand as the eyes pinned him with their strange stare. It made Vic a little uncomfortable and he squirmed in his seat.

"Okay . . . if you're sure it's alright . . ." He was quiet for a few moments, his mind whirling with all that had happened so far. "You have someone waiting for you?" The handsome man smiled . . . a curious little smile.

"Nope . . . just the two of us." He smiled again. "That okay with you?"

"Sure . . . I guess . . ." The stranger's hand reached over and squeezed his lean, muscular leg. Vic tensed without realizing it and the guy felt it instantly.

"Relax, kid." The man laughed softly. "I'm not gonna hurt you!" Vic tried his best to relax but it was almost impossible. He felt a feeling of foreboding for some reason.
They rode for another few moments in silence, Vic deliberately staring through the side window, spotted with dust. The endless miles of sandy desert all blurring past him through the smeared glass. His mind was totally confused. When the man had grabbed his leg he'd gotten an instant hard on and now it bulged up through his thin pants . . . throbbing and pulsing even though he tried to will it consciously to go down. It was an entity with its own mind and refused to obey. He remembered the truck driver and, in retrospect, it only made it much worse. As much as it had hurt, he was still excited about the whole sadistic scene he had just been through. It was weird, he thought . . . weird! He couldn't understand it at all!

Vic glanced over at the driver . . . casually, yawning pretentiously. The man's black hair was tossing and waving in the breeze from the open convertible, making him look like some sort of god . . . his bronzed skin glistening in the bright desert sunlight.

The man's hand inched its way very slowly up to his crotch, at last cupping it in his palm. He squeezed it lightly . . . cautiously.

"You play games, kid?" His eyes were now glued to the road as if avoiding direct contact. A slight hint of a strain crossed his handsome face.

Vic gulped audibly as the hand began fumbling for the zipper of his pants. He didn't dare to move. He felt very self-conscious.

"A good lookin' young kid like you must have to be into a lot of scenes when he's hitchhiking out in the middle of the desert, right?" Vic thought of the truck driver and winced emotionally. His fingernails bit into his left wrist.

"Games?" He swallowed hard again. "I don't know exactly what you mean . . ." The question seemed ludicrous in view of the fact that the handsome stranger's hand was already pulling his cock out of his pants. Victor never wore shorts. Soon his proud prick stood upright in the desert sun. It was so large that it seemed out of proportion to the smallness of his muscular frame. He could hear the driver's breath coming harder and faster as he stroked the silken skin of the boy's erect dick. It throbbed beneath his touch. Slowly . . . up and down . . . the cock growing larger by the second . . . the air in the convertible feeling cool against its nakedness. It bulged.

"Enough for now, kid . . . time for this later . . . at my place . . ." He seemed somehow relieved.

"Games?" Again he was horny.

"Sex, kid — good, old fashioned sex!" His eyes were still glued to the stretch of deserted highway that wound its way through the wind-billowed sand, becoming a black piece of thread in the far distance, almost a perfect straight line stretching into absolute nothingness.

They descended the hills and headed into the jumble of lights below them.

"Well, kid . . . this is it . . . home . . ." Vic heard a whirring sound as the rooftop of the car started closing. When it hit, the guy latched it down. He grinned at Vic. "Everybody out!"

Vic pushed open the heavy door of the convertible and stepped out onto the cement driveway. His legs felt weak for some reason and nervousness tugged relentlessly at his brain.

The man, about six feet two or so, opened the door of the large house and ushered the boy inside the lavishly furnished living room. As Vic passed by him, the guy patted his small ass with appreciation.

"Ummm . . . nice stuff . . ." was his only comment as they entered the house. "Have a seat, kid." He started to turn for the hallway and paused. "My name's Mark, by the way. What's yours?"

"Vic . . . Victor . . ."

"Well, Vic . . . why don't you fix us both a drink." He gestured toward the bar in the corner. "Scotch and soda . . . doubles for both of us." He turned and headed down the hall as if expecting to be obeyed automatically.

Vic ambled toward the bar and managed to fix two drinks. He wasn't too used to liquor and shuddered as he tasted his. It burned all the way down and he forced himself to keep from coughing. He carried them to the coffee table and sat down on the plush sofa . . . and waited . . . impatiently.

When his host finally reappeared, Vic gasped at the total change. Instead of the expensive dress suit that Mark had been wearing, skin tight leather pants, open at the crotch, displaying his massive sex organs were now the order of the day. The heavy, thick cock hung lower than his big, pendulous balls. He wore a leather vest, open, displaying massive chest muscles covered with dark, curly hair. Vic was also feeling a little unsteady, his drink almost gone already. The big man's stare switched from Vic to his almost finished glass. He plopped down onto the couch just inches from the young boy.

"Fix yourself another." He paused as he surveyed Vic approvingly. "But before you do . . . strip . . . naked!" Vic was taken by surprise.

"I said to strip . . . now do it . . . fast!" The voice was no longer smooth and quiet. It was gruff and demanding, his stare a little harder, his manner more callous . . . cold.

He stood in front of the big man and began unbuttoning his shirt. He had put it back on in the convertible because of the cold evening air. Mark's eyes glued themselves to his captive's naked torso . . . the slender but hard muscled chest . . . the dark, prominent tits that stood out proudly. He licked his lips unconsciously as the boy dropped the shirt to the floor and slowly and nervously began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. The jeans dropped down around his trembling ankles and Mark reached out and grabbed a handful of teenage cock and balls, squeezing and plying at the tender flesh. He let go suddenly and sat back against the sofa.

"Let's go into the bedroom, kid." He took Vic by the arm and led him into the hallway. They entered the bedroom and the boy was surprised by the decor of the large room. There were whips on the wall and the bedspread was pure kid leather, soft and smooth . . . and black. The windows were completely blocked out by the heavy leather drapes, giving the room the true appearance of the night time. No lights showed anywhere.

Mark shoved him down onto the bed and the leather cover gave the boy strange sensations. The kid fell with a grunt.

There were shackles top and bottom and they soon encompassed his wrists and ankles, making him spread-eagled upon the bed . . . helpless again. He strained at the bonds for a short time and then just gave up. Images of the truck driver entered his spinning, young mind. He buried his young, sexy face in the pillow and there were a few moments of silence as the big man stood staring at him in fascination. The young, rounded, firm buttocks looked delicious even with their previous stripes from a belt. If anything, the marks turned Mark on even more and his monstrous cock throbbed through the opening in his pants.

Vic heard the big man take a whip from the wall above him and braced himself for what was surely to come. There were a few moments of silence. He could hear the man breathing heavily above him. He felt helpless and strained at his shackles but to no avail.

Mark drew back his muscular arm and the swishing in the air was audible even to Vic . . . with his face still buried in the pillow on the bed.

Vic bucked, his ass cheeks tensing as the cat-o'-nine-tails slashed against his butt. He groaned into the pillow. The lash marks burned and he grunted as they struck again, the big man standing over him, smiling sadistically. He liked watching the young teenager buck and twist on top of the bed and it only turned him on even more. The juice of pre-cum was already running down the length of his big dick as it swayed in the air with every heavy lash.

The bright red stripes crisscrossed the smooth, satin skin and Mark couldn't take his eyes off of them. He licked his full lips and sweat popped out on his forehead as he raised the whip again and slashed at the firm flesh. The marks appeared almost instantly and Mark's eyes sparkled as he watched his handiwork. The boy squirmed on the bed, the ass cheeks tensing and tightening with each lash. Small groans could be heard, muffled by the thick pillow.

Suddenly the big guy landed, his body blending with the boy's. His cock pushed its way into the crack between the small cheeks and the monstrous tip found the delicate asshole. Vic tensed as he felt the nearness of the intrusion. The big head forced its way into his asshole and the boy groaned loudly at the penetration. His ass burned both from the whip and the entry of the cock.

The male meat, oversized, began inching its way into the smaller boy’s body and Mark groaned softly to himself as he felt his shaft being engulfed by the boy's ass. It was tight and seemed to grab at his dick. He had that asshole stretched to its capacity and Vic groaned loudly at the invasion.

"Please . . . please take it easy . . . please!"

"Shut up and take it . . . what the hell do you think you're here for, anyhow?"

The cock pulled out callously and Vic's ankles were unshackled. Mark's mouth found his tits and began chewing on them with a vengeance. The boy squirmed helplessly, his arms crisscrossed after he had been turned over onto his back.

Suddenly Mark stood up and began using the whip on the front of the boy's naked body. He started at the chest and worked his way down the stomach and onto the cock, which was now hard despite the pain. The boy felt the whip lashing at his cock and balls and managed to turn over onto his stomach again to escape the pain.

Mark flipped him back over and shackled him onto his back in a spread-eagled position again. The boy's stomach heaved with his breathing . . . deep and labored. Still his cock was hard and he found it hard to reconcile with the pain he was feeling. The whip lashed again, the tips lashing between the legs at the nuts and the kid screamed aloud despite his efforts to remain silent. His cock was beginning to ooze the clear liquid that came before sex and he couldn't quite understand it. His eyes were closed, the long, dark lashes misted with tears of pain.

"Beg me to stop, you pretty little bastard . . . plead with your master to stop!" The whip slashed against the boy's bare belly. He bucked on the bed and groaned loudly.

"Please . . . master . . . stop . . . please . . ." Tears rolled down the boy's cheeks and soaked into the pillow. The man laughed, deep and throaty, his brilliant teeth flashing in the light. He dropped the whip beside the bed.

His mouth found the boy's tit and he began to chew at the nipple viciously. Vic twisted and moaned as the sharp teeth attacked his chest. Mark's teeth grabbed the prominent nipple and he began to chew on it with a sawing motion. Then, suddenly, he switched to the other side and began to mangle the left tit. Vic twisted on the leather bedspread trying to escape the torture but it did no good.

Mark reached down with his left hand and grabbed a handful of the boy's big balls. He pulled them out from his young body, grinding them in his palm at the same time.

"Oh, God . . . please don't . . . please stop!" The kid was panting through his open mouth and his eyes were closed against the burning pain rushing up from his crotch and blending with the agony from his abused tits. The big man laughed again as he watched the boy's handsome face contorted with pain and pleading, the eyes misted with tears.

The man suddenly stood up and went to the tall dresser. He pulled out two black leather straps from one of the drawers. Then he walked back to the boy trapped on the bed, a gleam in his eyes. He lifted one lean, muscular leg and wrapped the strap around it at the knee. Then he fastened the other end of the strap to the head of the bed. He did the same to the other one and then stood back to examine his handiwork. He smiled that smile again. The boy was fastened by the leather pieces. His ass, small and round, was exposed and vulnerable.

He bent and slid a box from under the bed. He opened it and examined the contents for a few seconds. Then he pulled something out and pushed the box back under the bed. As he stood up, Vic's eyes opened wide with fright. In the man's hand was one of the most monstrous rubber dildos he had ever seen in his life. Even the simulated veins were oversized. Mark saw the scared look on the kid's face.

"You like that, boy? Huh?" Vic shook his head violently. "Wouldn't you like to have that up your ass . . . ?" He pressed the big head of the instrument against the boy's closed lips. "Suck it, you little bastard . . . get it good and wet!"

Vic opened his mouth reluctantly, admitting the big head into his mouth. He could taste the rubber. As he opened wider, his jaws began to ache as the big, dark man pushed it slowly down his constricted throat. The boy gagged but fought the feeling as best he could. He tried to mumble his protests around the giant instrument of torture but it came out a series of grunts. The man's big hand pushed and pulled, fucking the boy's face with the artificial cock.

"That's it, baby . . . suck it . . . suck it good!" He grinned down at the helpless boy. "If you give it your best, I'll give you the real thing." He grabbed his own big cock and stroked it a few times, slowly, spreading the clear liquid pre-cum that had gathered on the tip up and down the long shaft of living meat. It throbbed and pulsed in his hand and he groaned softly. He shoved the dildo further down the boy's throat. Vic felt as if he couldn't breathe. He tried to protest but couldn't speak.

"That's it, kid . . . get it good and wet so I can shove it up your tight little asshole!' Vic ran his tongue over it as best he could but it was almost impossible. His mouth was stuffed.

Suddenly Mark yanked the dildo callously from the kid's mouth with a popping sound. He reached down and pressed the head of it against the exposed asshole. He shoved slightly, manoeuvring the rubber toy in and out until the gigantic head penetrated and slipped inside the boy's taut body. Vic twisted and arched his back with pain. He screamed. The bright red lash marks stood out starkly against his fair skin. It seemed to turn Mark on even more, just looking at them. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Slowly, the big, muscular hand pushed and rotated the rubber cock and it slipped further in — inch by painful inch. Vic twisted in agony, small cries escaping from his mouth as he moved, his face a mask of pain.

With one gigantic shove, the dildo slipped all the way in to the hilt. The boy felt as if he would faint but somehow managed not to. He found himself wishing that he could pass out.

The rubber prod was all the way in, the big hand brushing against the boy's ass cheeks. The tube went in and out rapidly, pounding against the boy's guts. The big man grinned maliciously at the expression of pain on the teenager's face. The boy's lean, muscular body twisted and strained at the bonds on his wrists and knees. He was helplessly trapped and he knew it. The pain from his ass was searing and almost unbearable as the artificial cock lunged in and out, tearing at his insides.

The big, dark man was beginning to breathe harder and his eyes were glazed with unleashed passion. Suddenly he yanked the dildo out of the boy's asshole all at once. The kid let out a prolonged scream of agony and Mark clamped his big hand across his mouth.

"Keep quiet or I'll really give you something to scream about, you little prick!" He grinned again. "Now for the real stuff!" He propped a pillow beneath the boy's naked ass and maneuvered his way in between his legs. His big cock pulsed as he pressed it against the already sore asshole. Vic tensed in anticipation and gritted his teeth.

Mark leaned way over and grabbed the whip from the floor beside the bed. He shoved his dick quickly inside the boy's body and groaned softly. He began to lash the kid's naked chest, criss-crossing the lash marks on the fair skin. His lips were tight and tense and he stared in fascination as more red marks appeared against the tits. Vic's chest muscles tensed with each vicious blow as Mark put his entire strength against the cat-o'-nine-tails. The metal tips bit into the tender flesh and tears rolled down the young boy's face. He couldn't believe that this was really happening . . . twice in one day. But his own big cock was still semi-hard and he couldn't understand why. The pain should have made it shrivel down to nothing but it didn't! It confused him so he put it out of his mind.

As his hand holding the whip, lashed at the kid's slender body, Mark shoved his cock all the way in in one swift shove. Vic tensed but said nothing. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out, trying to escape more punishment.

The big, thick cock plunged in and out immediately, the big man grunting with each shove. He punished the insides of the boy's body mercilessly and enjoyed every lunge.

Without realizing it consciously, the kid began moving his slender hips to meet the attacking cock. It plunged deeper, hitting bottom. The attack was so heavy that it knocked the air from the boy's lungs in loud panting gusts.

Mark leaned forward, dropping the whip and began pinching the kid's tits viciously. He ground and mashed the boy's nipples between his large fingers as he continued fucking the small ass.

Suddenly the big man groaned loudly and began to pump his muscular hips faster.

"Oh, shit . . . it's comin' . . . I'm gonna cum!" he cried aloud. "Take it, kid . . . take it all!" His nails gripped the young chest muscles of the teenager and dug in, drawing spots of blood. The man threw his handsome head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy. His handsome lips were slightly parted and the breath whistled through them. The kid's body shook from the violent attack as the cum spurted out, coating his insides with its hot, creamy white liquid.

The guy's body spasmed as the last of his massive load spurted deeply into the boy's guts. He continued to pump for a few more minutes after his load was totally depleted. His breathing slowed and he finally stopped his pumping.

He stood slowly and gazed down at the boy with a blank but satisfied expression.

"Please let me loose . . . please!" The boy was again almost in tears.

"Huh uh . . . not yet . . ." He smiled slowly. "I have some friends that might want a little of the action . . . know what I mean, kid?" He laughed softly and turned for the phone. Vic cringed at the implications in the statement. More? Oh, shit!