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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
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o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Hitch Hiker (MM)
From the BACK DOOR BBS 415-756-6238
The June sun had set behind the Northern California hills, but
the sky was still bright. Tim stood beside the road, his backpack at
his feet, waiting for a hoped-for last ride of the day. He had just
turned 19. He was a little taller than average, his broad shoulders
set off by his narrow waist. He had strong, clean features, with a
thick fuzz on his jaw, a slightly darker red than his light-colored
long hair. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
A pickup truck appeared from around the bend and approached.
Tim put out his thumb and smiled eagerly at the truck. When it slowed
and stopped a few feet ahead of him, he exclaimed "hot damn" to himself
and ran up to the passenger side.
There were two men inside, both about thirty. They were both
big men, bigger than Tim, and heavily muscular. The one on the
passenger had thick, long blond hair and was clean-shaven. The driver
had short black hair and a short, black beard.
"Where ya goin'?" asked the blond guy.
"I'm heading to Portland," answered Tim, "but I'm just hoping
to make some miles tonight."
"We're goin' about fifty miles up the road before we turn off,"
said the blond guy. There's a good place to sleep near the road up
there."
The blond guy got out and began to clear a place in the back of
the truck. The truck was filled with bags labelled as dirt and
fertilizer and with small farming equipment. Tim swung his backpack
into the space. The blond guy held the door of the cab as Tim got in,
and then got in himself so Tim was in the center. The truck started
off.
They introduced themselves. The driver was named Mike; the
blond guy was named Steve. Tim explained how he was travelling for the
Summer. He had started from Illinois three weeks before. "I'm just
taking it free and easy," he told Mike and Steve. "haven't even called
home for two weeks."
They drove on a little while longer. "He's the one," said
Mike. "Yup," answered Steve. Steve pulled a knife from his hip. It
was about six inches long and the blade looked thin and sharp.
"Put your hands on the dash," ordered Steve in a low voice.
"What's going on?" asked Tim in a small, high voice. Steve
pricked Tim's arm with the knife. A thread of blood ran down Tim's arm
onto his jeans. "Don't ask questions," said Steve. "Do what you're
told."
Tim put his hands on the dashboard. Steve pulled out a length
of rope and tied tied Tim's hands together. He pushed Tim's hands
under the dashboard and tied the rope to a piece of metal sticking out
there. Mike reached with one hand behind the seat and pulled out a
stocking cap. Steven put it on Tim's head and rolled it down past
Tim's eyes.
They drove for a while. "What are you going to do to me?"
questioned Tim in a small voice. Steve punched Tim hard in the arm.
It hurt. "Don't ask questions."
Somebody turned the radio on to a county and western station.
Nobody said anything. They drove on.
The truck turned off the main road. The truck slowed down and
the ride was bumpy. They drove for a long time, making turns every
once in a while. The ride kept getting bumpier and the truck slowed
down to a crawl. They were climbing up a hill.
The truck turned down a very bumpy road and shortly stopped.
Mike got out and slammed the door. Then Steve untied Tim's hands from
under the dashboard. Tim felt the flat of the knife against his arm.
"Do what you're told and you won't get cut," said Steve.
Steve opened the door and pulled on the rope. "C'mon scumbag,"
he commanded. Tim slid across the seat and stumbled out of the truck.
He was standing on flat, rocky dirt.
They led him through a doorway. It was dark inside, then
someone lit a lamp with a bright, flickering flame. Behind the
stocking cap, Tim could only dimly sense the light.
"Take off your shoes and socks," ordered Mike. When Tim
hesitated, he was slapped across the face. "Learn to obey or you'll
get pounded," he was told.
Tim knelt and took off his shoes and socks. "Now the pants."
"Please don't do this to me," Tim begged. A heavy boot landed
on his side, throwing him over onto the floor. "Listen, scumbag," said
Mike angrily, "We brought you here for a reason. Do what you're told."
Tim took off his pants. All he wore now was his T-shirt and the
stocking cap.
They made him stand up and raise his arms. The rope around his
hands pulled tight until he was stretched up, barely able to stand on
the soles of his feet. His balls were squeezed and pulled. "Nice
nuts," said Steve. Rough palms handled his buttocks. "Pretty ass,"
said Mike.
They moved around, putting things away and setting things up.
One of them began to whistle the tune of one of the country and western
tunes that had played on the truck radio.
"Let's clean him out," suggested Steve. The rope above Tim's
head grew slack and he lowered his arms. They led him out the door,
across the rocky dirt and into another doorway. He had to kneel and
put his head on the floor. A tube was pushed into his asshole and cold
water poured into his ass. After a minute, the had him stand and then
sit on a toilet seat. Water and shit exploded out of him. Then, again
he had to kneel with his head on the floor and take the cold water,
again he had to release it. A third time.
They took back to the main place. They made him lie on his
belly on a cot and spread-eagled his arms and legs, tying down his
wrists and ankles. Then they left him alone. He could smell the dope
they were smoking.
Someone approached him. "Put your ass in the air," he was
told. Trembling, he obeyed. He felt a rough fingers encircle his
scrotum between his balls and his groin. A thin cord was wrapped
around where the fingers were, stretching his balls away from his body.
Something soft but firm was shoved under him so that his ass was held
up into the air with his balls pushed out between his legs. A rough
finger smeared his ass with grease and pushed grease into his asshole.
A naked man lay on top of him. He felt Mike's beard against his neck.
"I'm gonna fuck you," said Mike in a low, cruel-sounding voice.
"I'm gonna shove my cock up your ass and take my pleasure from you.
Ain't nothin' you can do but take it. But I'm gonna take it slow. No
sense in ripping up that pretty butt of yours. What you've got to do
is relax. It won't hurt so much. Just push out like you're taking a
shit. Push out and relax." He laughed softly. "Maybe you'll even
learn to like it."
Tim could feel Mike's arms and legs pushing down on him as Mike
lifted his own butt. A forceful pressure was at Time's asshole. Tim
shuddered as he realized it was Mike's hard cock. The pressure grew
painful, but Tim's asshole was tight, and the cock did not penetrate.
"Relax," ordered Mike through clenched teeth. Tim tried to
obey, but he could not. The painful pressure grew more intense, but
still the cock did not penetrate.
Mike reached under Tim's leg and squeezed Tim's balls fiercely.
The pain was excruciating. Tim's ass shot up as he tried to escape the
grip. As Tim's asshole automatically relaxed, the head of Mike's cock
shoved into it. Tim cried out in pain and shock. Mike laughed again.
"Now I'm into you," he spoke softly, menacingly into Tim's ear. "I'm
gonna put it in slowly, so you can get used to it. I tell ya', the
more ya' relax, the better it'll go with you."
"Give him a whiff of this," said Steve close by. A hand slid
between the stocking cap over Tim's head and his face. An intense
chemical smell filled his nostrils. Another hand held his head as he
breathed the chemical. He grew weak, nearly fainting. He could feel
Mike's cock exploring his asshole, moving in, then out, then in, a
little further in every time. He could feel it as a devastating
invasion and violation, but he was too weak even to resist slightly.
He lay helpless on the cot, spread-out, tied down, his balls stretched
and aching, with the stocking cap over his eyes, paralyzed with fear
and the chemical, while the cruel, heavy man on his back fucked him
ever more deeply in the ass. Deeper and deeper Mike probed, his stiff,
hard cock reaching into Tim's guts, destroying him.
Mike had his cock up to the hilt in Tim's ass. Tim could feel
Mike's pubic hair pressed against the skin of his buttocks. Now Mike
began to fuck, at first slowly, then gradually more vigorously. And
Tim discovered a new horror. His balls were stretched between his legs
and pushed up by whatever it was that was supporting Tim's groin. When
Mike came down forcefully, he smashed Tim's balls against the support.
In reaction to the pain, Tim involuntarily thrust his ass up, up into
Mike, so that Mike's cock found an even deepr penetration.
The fucking went on and on, becoming more and more violent.
Mike put both his hands on the back of Tim's head and did a push-up,
raising his torso above Tim and smashing Tim's face against the cot.
In this position, the cock found a new, more hurtful angle. The
stocking cap slid off of Tim's head, but he was in such pain and so
disoriented that he could see little more than patches of light amid
the shadows. Wet noises, little splashes and sucking sounds, cam from
Tim's ass. "You hear that?" exulted Mike. "You know what that means?"
As if everything else had been merely a prelude, Mike unleashed
a tornado of violence. He fucked Tim with ferocious energy. He
pounded Tim about the shoulders and back. Then, in a frenzy of fury,
he pushed Tim's head into the cot with one hand, reached under and
gripped Tim's balls fiercely, while he fucked wildly, at last letting
out an insanely triumphant laugh as he poured his load into the depths
of Tim's body. And suddenly, the rage ended and he lay still and heavy
on Tim's body, breathing hard. It was only after minutes that he
whispered into Tim's ear, "You been fucked boy." Dimly Tim heard it,
but deep in his heart he knew it was so. He had been fucked and would
never be the same.
"Hey, c'mon man, get offa him. It's my turn," complained
Steve. "You had bloody firsts, but I want sloppy seconds."
"He's plenty sloppy now," laughed Mike as he rolled off.
Steve grabbed Tim's head and pulled it up. Steve was standing
in front of the cot with his jeans open and his hard cock less than an
inch from Tim's face. It looked dark and huge, twitching slightly with
the pulse of blood in it.
"Lick it," ordered Steve. Tim could not comprehend the words,
but shook his head slightly as if to refuse. Steve slapped Tim across
the face, first one side, then the other, back and forth. The slaps
were stinging, and Tim could barely see. "Lick it," ordered Steve.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Tim began to lick the
cock. His tongue lapped at the head of it, pulling wetly at it. He
continued to lick and to lick as Steve presented first one part of the
cock to his tongue and then another. He licked the whole cock over and
over, from the bulbous head, to the thick hard shaft, down to the
fibrous mat of hair at the root. Then Steve pushed his balls into
Tim's face, and Tim licked the balls until the glistened with saliva.
Steve's cock and balls were thrust right into Tim's face, and they
looked gigantic, overpowering, and ugly.
"Open your mouth," commanded Steve, "open it wide." Tim obeyed
the command, stretching his jaws. Tim knew what was going to happen,
but he knew he could not resist. He knew that Steve would make him
obey.
The cock entered into Tim's mouth and slid along his tongue.
The head of the cock pushed against the back of Tim's throat. Steve
began to fuck Tim in the face. "Eat my cock, scumbag," said Steve
happily as he fucked Tim's mouth and throat.
Then Steve stepped back, stripped down and climbed on top of
the bound youth. His cock slid easily into Tim's asshole, which had
been opened and stretched by Mike's pounding. Steve did not fuck
wildly; he just rocked back and forth, shifting his hips from side to
side and up and down, so his cock pushed every which way inside Tim's
guts. And as he fucked, Steve whispered into Tim's ear.
"Yeah, you're being fucked, scumbag, fucked in the ass. When
I've shot my wad into ya', Mike'll climb on for another ride. Then
I'll fuck ya' again, too. We'll teach ya' how to suck cock, with your
lips tight around our dicks, while we pump slime down yer throat.
Yeah! And we'll teach ya' how to eat ass, slurpin' and lickin' and
kissin' our assholes. Yeah! And we'll sell yer butt and yer throat to
a gang of construction guys buildin' a dam up the road, twenty or
thirty bucks apiece for 'em to fuck you over. Yeah! And if ya' don't
do what we tell ya', we'll cut off yer balls and fry 'em and eat 'em in
front of ya', and pound the shit out of ya', and throw ya' down into
the ravine with yer arms and legs all tied up, fer the rats and the
buzzards to eat."
As he told Tim this, Steve grew more and more excited. He
fucked Tim more and more energetically, shoving his cock into the
tied-up boy, swiveling his hips so that his cock swung around inside.
As he fucked toward his orgasm, he reached under Tim's leg and squeezed
his balls fiercely. "Tighten up that asshole, scumbag, I'm gettin'
ready to shoot." Desparately, Tim did his best to obey, and Steve
delivered a hot load of gism into the depths of Tim's body. He lay on
the enslaved youth for a minute, then rolled off.
"That's enough for tonight," said Mike. "We''ll save some gism
for tomorrow." They unfastened the boy from his bed of rape, and half
dragged him over to a closet. They pushed him inside and closed the
door. Tim cried for a few minutes, but his exhausted body could not
sustain him, and he fell into a deep sleep, from which even the most
tormenting nightmares could not rouse him.
The next thing he knew was being kicked awake. Mike grabbed
him and pulled him to his feet. It was morning. And there was more
wok to do.
Mike led Tim out of the cabin and into the outhouse. It was a
small building. Inside, Tim could see the bench with the hole for a
man to sit on and shit. In front of the bench and on the floor were
some equipment which looked out of place. Another toilet set was
hinged and resting on a box-like structure. Also on the floor,
seemingly scattered about were some other small box-like structures.
Mike kicked up the toilet seat on the floor. "Lie down," he ordered.
When Tim hesitated, he suddenly punched Tim in the stomach. As Tim
doubled over in pain, Mike pushed him onto the floor. "Spread out,"
commanded Mike.
Painfully Tim stretched out. At Mike's direction, he lay
face-up, and put his wrists and ankles in the spread-out boxes. Mike
threw the parts on hinges, and suddenly Tim found his arms and legs
immobilized by the locking action. He was spread out on the floor of
the shithouse. Mike made him lie down with his head in the box next to
toiled seat just in front of the bench. Another lock snapped into
place over Tim's neck. Then Mike kicked the toilet seat down.
Tim was spread out on the floor, hardly able to move, with the
toilet seat over his face, barely able to look out through the hole.
Mike stood over Tim, dropped his trousers and sat on the
shithole in the bench. Tim could hear Mike shitting into the hole.
"You're going to wipe my ass," said Mike in a slow voice. "I'm
going to fill your mouth with water, and you'd better not spit it out
or swallow it until you're told. I'm going to sit on that toilet seat,
and you're going to wipe my ass. You'll lap water up into my asshole
and wash it out with your tongue. You're going to clean every last bit
of it. When it's done, I'm going to dry it with a white hanky, and it
better be just as white when I've finished. Understand?"
Tim was paralyzed with fear. He could not respond. Mike
grabbed the thong that held Tim's balls, and pulled it tight. He
picked up a long, flat slat and whacked Tim's balls with it. Tim
jerked in pain. "I said 'Do you understand?'" He whacked Tim's balls
again.
"Yes, master," cried Tim.
"What're ya' going to do?" demanded Mike.
"I'm going to wipe your asshole," whispered Tim.
Another whack. "And who am I?"
"Master," cried Tim.
"And what're goin' to do?" asked Mike again.
"I'm going to wipe your asshole, master," answered Tim.
Mike unloaded another turd into the pit. Then he pulled a
bottle of water out, and said, "Now I'm going to fill your mouth," he
said. "Remember, keep your mouth open and keep the water in it until
you're done."
Mike stood, stepped forward, and sat on the toilet seat
directly above Tim's face. His ass was an inch above Tim's face. Tim
could smell and even see the bits of shit in Mike's ass.
"Wipe," ordered Mike. Tim could not bring himself to begin the
asswipe. Mike began to whack Tim's balls. "Wipe," I said.
Desperately, Tim pushed his face into Mike's ass. He began to
lick out Mike's ass. Mike continued to hit Tim's balls. Tim licked
rapidly. He lapped water into Mike's ass, pushing his tongue all over
the crack and into every fold and wrinkle. Little bits of shit fell
into Tim's mouth, but Mike kept on hitting Tim's balls, and Tim knew he
had to keep on wiping.
He wiped Mike's ass with his tongue. He scoured it. He pushed
his tongue all around it, back and forth, and even rolled up his tongue
and went into Mike's asshole. Finally, Mike stopped whacking Tim's
balls. "Yeah," said Mike. "Now you're wiping my ass the way I want."
The asswipe went on and on. Tim knew he had cleaned out Mike's
shitty asshole, but Mike was enjoying himself.
Then, there came a shout from outside. It was Steve. "Hurry
up," he demanded. "I gotta take a dump."
Mike stood up and passed a handkerchief across his asshole.
"Pure white," he announced smugly. "You're on your way to being a good
asswipe." Then he told Tim to swallow. Tim swallowed the shitty
water.
Mike opened the door and Steve entered. Steve dropped his
pants and rested his boots on Tim's shoulders as he opened his asshole
and let a load of turds fall into the latrine. "Ya gonna wipe my ass,
scumbag?" he asked with a happy tone to his voice.
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