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BeforeThere is no way to say it other than I am a whore—I am here at this truckstop just outside of Chicago. My duties are to let any and all truckerswho want to be serviced use me any and all ways. There is nothing I won’tdo to give a trucker sexual pleasure. I am well versed in getting fucked,sucking there cocks or asshole or being fisted by them. I am trained to doanything and everything. I work for my master who cares for me. He is agood master. It is not like I never had what most people call a normal lifeI feel I was lucky to finally discover my true destiny of being a sexslave. Accepting that fact and giving my body to Kelly Sangawitz I askednothing from him but to fuck me with that wonderful cock of his. I will beforever grateful to him for allowing me to service all those truckers. Myjoy is that those truckers come in all shapes and sizes and know I am heresolely for there pleasure.Before I’d become a slave and surrendered my identity to become property myname was Duane Collingsworth. I now answer to, `boy, Fagot or slut. Myduties are to serve my master in blind obedience in any and all he commandsof me. Be it clear to all that I was not forced to become a sex slave. Istay in these my quarters naked and eager for the feel of a truckers ramrodreaming my ass. When business is slow which is not often, my masterservices me. My sexual need are growing stronger each day with everfucking I receive. My only thoughts now are, `there are so many truckersand so little time for me to service all of them.’ My Master is so pleasedwith my growing abilities to satisfy so many men in one day that he hasbegun to advertise my services with a brochure… I am proud of the numberof Truckers availing themselves of my service each day and at the rate I amgoing my master says I will be the best whore in the county. .Sometimes between the screwing and sucking I can dimly remember that day,November 23 of 2004, that change my life forever. The Radio station hadforecasted a warm weekend for November so I decided to take the South Shoretrain to Chicago. Thinking I was going to have a wild weekend and get alot of good sucking and fucking in I was in for a big disappointment. Godhas times changed. But I have only myself to blame, First I screwed up byrunning out of money and having no luck in trying to panhandle on thestreet. All I was getting were dirty looks and people telling me to get ajob. It figures, a middle aged guy like me getting dumped by his company’sdownsizing, then ending up groveling for a living working at one of thosesuper stores at minimum wage and minimum hours. The way things aregoing. Lately I am beginning to think I am really a loser.Chicago was sure different when I was young and in school there, every oldfart and a lot of the young ones wanted my ass. I even picked up sparechange blowing guys in Grant Park. Alas, as I began getting older feweroffers were coming my way. Finally the offers just stopped coming, Shit,as for getting paid to get screwed I couldn’t even give my body away toanyone but dirty winos and drunks. Now-a-days everyone seems to want freshyoung ass to fuck or to get sucked off by tender hot mouths. I wasbeginning to wonder why the hell I was even staying in South Bend; no job,a shitty one room apartment and mostly no sex. There must be places betterthan this god forsaken town.Out of desperation I was counting on this trip being a big deal for me. Youall know that silly fantasy that all us gays have—always fantasizing thatone day some rich old stud would pick them up, fall in love with them andtake care of them. God only knows in the past three months I’ve beenwithout a hot rocket up my ass for so long I was desperate for anyone oranything. Dildos just don’t cut it for me. Shit— what I needed was ahard hot cock reaming my ass giving me a good old fashion fucking. Indesperation I’d started cruising on the southwest side of town. I began byhaunting the dark corners of the alleys willing to suck any cock, black orwhite to earn a few bucks. When I struck out on that I started sucking forfree. Then the inevitable happened—I got mugged robbed and ****d.It was while servicing a white guy when he noticed four blacks were in theshadows watching us. Suddenly his cock shriveled to nothing and he waszipping up and getting his ass out of there. Still on my knees and hearingthem laughing at me and calling out to me they began stroking and wavingthere hard dicks at me… My eyes fixed on those big juicy cocks and mymouth watering I just stayed on my knees as they approached me. I was sotransfixed on there cocks to even see what was happening. The big blackbegan shoving his cock in my face when the others came around standing inback of me. I had just sucked down that succulent cock when he beganteasing me by pulling away forcing me to crawl forward to get it in mymouth again. . Now desperate to have that joyjuce I was in heat and keptadvancing until they had managed to lure me through the doorway of this oldabandon building.As soon as that door slammed I knew I was in deep shit. Surrounding me asthey tore my clothes off they quickly cleaned out the money from mywallet. Tossing the empty wallet on the heap of my ripped clothing, one ofthe blacks had put on my good leather jacket, another one my boots. Nowcompletely naked I was afraid to offer any kind of resistance fearing abeating or even worse… Dropping to my knees in total submission I wasgreatly relived to hear someone say they wanted to fuck a white boy. Whenthat first cock slid easily into my ass they knew they had a homo to fuckand that was when they all wanted to **** me. Getting impatient waitingthere chance for a rear entry they started working me from both ends. Noweagerly sucking there cocks as they plowed my ass so I figured it would beover quickly since there were only four of them. It was when the tenthcock rammed into my ass I realized word had gotten out about the gang-bandthanks to my cell phone.As the night wore on I kept taking cock after cock and I am sure that everyblack cock in the neighborhood was here screwing my ass. By dawns light Ihad taken amasya escort dozens of cocks up the ass and god know how much cum I hadswallowed. The only thing that saved me was there fear of being caught aspeople began using the ally outside the building. Like all thugs exposed bydaylight they began slinking away. One of them looked back on the way outyelling, “Come back tomorrow night if you want another good fucking”.Dazed but managing to stand with there cum running down my face and out ofmy asshole I began pulling on what was left of my ripped clothing.Staggering home I was thinking, for the money they ripped off I sure got ahell of a lot of good fucking. The sad truth is the real humiliation waswhen I went back there that following night to get fucked they nevershowed. Shit nowadays you can’t even depend on thugs but then by now Ishould know what to expect from a town that closes all its strip clubs andporn shops,After that fiascos of my **** scene why wasn’t I surprised my trip toChicago is turning out to be a bust; it is damn cold here and veryexpensive. Too cold to cruise the streets so my only other option is to tryto pick someone in one of the gay bars on the Near North. I can tell youCruising on Rush Street ain’t cheap. After paying there damn cover chargeI did manage to hang around until mid morning by nursing my drinks. I washaving no luck in making contact with anyone. It is not because therewasn’t any action, there were lots of the fluffy young hustlers inexpensive clothes and they were getting all the action. Now this wasmaking me really feel like a used condom. Every now and then a silly queenwould approach me but when she asked me to buy her a drink. When the bitchand found out I wasn’t buying drinks she was gone. If I’d ever hoped forsomeone or something to change my life that pipe dream was down thecrapper.Chicago is a city for the young and if you’re not young you damn wellbetter be rich. My first big mistake had been in coming to this fuckingcity; My second even bigger mistake was that I’d spent my last few dollarspaying a guy to take me to his room and fuck me. He took my money and thenthe asshole stripped. Talk about wimpy cocks, he was hung like a nine yearold k**. Now stuck with no money and no place to stay I had no way to getback home to South Bend. My third mistake was thinking I would get a rideback to South Bend taking highway 20 instead of the toll road and notremembering that most all the truckers were now taking the Toll Roadinstead of 20. At dusk I finally did managed to get a ride from an oldcouple in a rusted out Buick. .At least for an hour or so I was warm.Sitting in that tacky back seat with this dog sniffing at my cock I justwanted to cry.When they did dump me off I was standing in the middle of what was left ofa landscape of harvested corn stocks covered with snow. With no moon and notraffic I soon began losing all hope of getting another ride. Out ofdesperation and to trying to keep warm I began walking. Realizing now Ishould have worn my heavy coat I wanted to look good so I opted to wear thenewest one: Besides on the South Shore train I wanted to look sexy notwarm. Clutching at my flimsy coat and shivering I walked for what seemedmiles. My lips and feet were numb and as the wind whipped my ass I feltlike my balls were going to freeze off. Whenever lights of an approachingcar appeared that was going in my direction I would stand with my thumbout. As the car approached I would get hopeful and when the lights of thecar would illuminate me he would slow. Then checking me out the driverwould speed up even swerving and playing chicken and making me jump intothe shoulder of the road. Some of those bastards would lay on the horn andgive me the finger.Now adding to my mounting troubles the weather was getting nastier. Now Imissed my good leather jacket as a cold drizzle started. In seconds theflimsy coat I was wearing was soaked. Almost to the point of exhaustionnow I knew I had to find someplace where I could get dry and warm orelse. Trudging along having lost all hope of getting any kind of ride now Iwould even been grateful for a cop arresting me and throwing me in jail.About then the road in back of me was illuminated by the bights of a bigeighteen wheeler.As soon as I was in his headlights he began laying on the air horn anddipping his lights. The sound of that rig grinding to a stop was music tomy ears. I had been around long enough to damn well what he wanted: When atrucker stops for a soaking wet middle-aged hitchhiker at this time ofnight he wants to get his dick off. Thinking, it’s a ride even if he isgoing in the wrong direction I’ve got to get warm and dry or I’m going todie in a damn fucken cornfield.Running to the driver’s side knowing full well what was expected of me Iwas willing to do anything to get warm. Getting a cock up my ass would bea bonus. Watching the frosted window come down this ugly dark haired hairyb**st of a man sticks his head out. His breath steaming he yells out, “Youwanna a ride faggot?” Calling out to him, “I ain’t got no money” his gringot even bigger and yelling back, “a good fuck would do just fine but losethose wet clothes off so I can see if your ass is worth fucking”. Bowing myhead in submission and stripping off my now soaked clothing when I wascompletely naked I began turning and showing off what he was getting.Yelling back, “You’ll do faggot climb aboard and get the fucking of yourlife.” I knew full well what I was getting into when I climbed into thatcab naked and shivering. With the rumble of the engine and the grinding ofgears as the truck leaped forward I scrambled to get into the seat. I wasstill clutching my wet clothes when he looked me over in the dim lights ofthe dashboard and growling said, “Well Fagot, get on with it.”I didn’t know where the hell I was going or if I was every coming back butI damn well knew things were never going to be the same again for me, I hadalways hid behind the words “gay” pretending I wasn’t a fagot or a whore,to project some kind of respectability or so I thought, but here, now Iaccepted the truth. amasya escort bayan I was a slut, a fagot that would do anything to have ahot cock in my mouth, to taste that gush of hot cum flowing down mythroat. Hell, even my ass had begun to twitch as the trucker began shovinghis jeans down exposing himself. My eyes now growing accustom to the dimlight of the cab fell on this magnificent engorged cock rising from thebrush of his crotch. Knowing full well what was expected of me and flingingmy wet clothes to the floor and scrambling over his legs I managing to workmy way between them. My mouth was now watering and I was well preparingfor that feast to come.All that mattered to me now that big oozing cock ready and waiting to beserviced. Inhaling deeply those musky smells of his unwashed body all thatmattered now was that enormous cock. No sooner had I had that odorouscockhead in my mouth I almost gagged fro the foul taste. This feelingquickly vanished and soon I was savoring the taste. Gagging more from thesurprise than my ability to deep throat him he began forcing his cockdeeper into my throat. Quickly recovering as my lips settled at the base ofhis member I could begin flexing my throat and working his cockshaft.Second later he was moaning in pleasure. To highlight the feelings I beganmassaging his balls trying to be gentle as possible because I wanted thisPopsicle ride to last as long as possible. Then struggling to get into abetter position so I could really began milking him it took little actionto get him to fire his load.To say the least I was not disappointed because it was a manly load.Sucking and slurping and milking the last drop of cum out of him I beganworking his nuts to get him aroused again because I wanted more of thatcock… That was when this low gravely voice from in back of us madeitself known. Looking up from my trucker’s crotch I barely make out thatblack face learning out from the sleeping compartment. Except for thosegleaming what teeth he was almost invisible in the darkness. He wasgrinning from ear to ear and damn well wanted to be serviced. Growling atme the black then told me to get my ass up there for a little cream filledchocolate pastry. I was more pleased than startled to learn I had anotherhot trucker to service and a black one at that, talk about luck. . Usingsuction and giving the cock I’d just finished a long suck and draining thelast goodness from it all that was left for me to finish this blowjob jobwas licking his sweaty crotch and balls clean. .Scrambling from between his legs I could feel his hand on my ass andshoving his fingers deep into me warned me not to let that black bastardfuck me because he didn’t want no sloppy seconds. Laughing the blackresponded, “color don’t rub off Russ you just want first crack at hispussy-ass” Crawling up into that small space then I found it to be so tightI was plastered close to this hard black body. Still remembering all thatwonderful black cock I had that one night I knew there is no better cock tosuck than a black cock. Come to think of it the only thing that’s betterthan sucking one is having a black man’s cock up my ass. Moving againsthis hot body, licking and sucking at those big hard nipples I wanted more,much more. Starting my trip to wonderland I began licking and sucking myway down to that engorged weapon he called a cockTaking his shaft into my mouth in delight I could feel his big black handsmoving to the back of my head. Then he began humping his hips driving hiscock deep into my throat. I knew then that this was going to be one hellof a blow job. From his first thrust of his black wand deep into my throatall thoughts of anything but fucking and sucking were gone. My burning needfor cock was now all consuming. All that night rumbling down the highway Iwas kept moving from one of them to the other. Talk about oversexed guys,truckers are magic, where had truckers been all my life, I had missed outon such great cock. For as long as I can remember sex has been like a d**gto me. So long as I have a cock in my mouth or up my ass I have no will ofmy own, no conception of where I am. I dream of a room full of cocks allwaiting to fuck me.I didn’t care now where we were or what time it was as long as I could suckon those magnificent cocks. My only thoughts now was when are they goingto fuck me and will they do me from both ends at the same time. Thatquestion was soon going to be answered for me. I almost didn’t notice usslowing down. Pulling off of his cock and sitting upright in the seat Icould then see us pulling into a seedy trucker motel and gas station. Abroken flashing neon light declared it was the Sangawitz ruck stop.The driver, whose name I now know was Russ, was bringing the truck to agrinding stop just past a rundown shack. Looking out through the rain Icould see a dirty streaked window with a dim blinking sign blurting out thework OFFICE. Russ, struggling to zip his jeans up over his still engorgedmeat, then flung open his door leaping down from the truck. In three giantstrides he was pounding on the office door. After what seemed an eternitythe door opened and a wild haired haft dress Neanderthal b**st of a manstood as Russ began motioning toward the truck rubbing at his crotch. Thathalf dressed a****l, which I was later to learn, was. Kelly Sangawitz. wasthe owner of this derelict truck stop/gas station. With more gesturing andshaking of heads Russ and the guy headed toward the truck. Seeing the twoof them approaching my side of the truck I began scrambling to reach forthe heap of wet things that were my clothes. Anton, the black man, waslaughing and telling me sit still——Russ just wanted to show me off andif I knew what was good for me I’d better stay naked.Russ, reaching up and pulling open the door, ordered me out. Not knowingwhat to expect but clamoring out of the cab onto the snow covered drivewaystanding there naked as the wind was whipping around my naked ass was themost unreal thing I’d ever done. Grinning a sickly grin this guy beganapproaching me and then began pinching my tits. From there his paw droppedto escort amasya my groin and he began groping my nuts. Turning me he began fingerfucking me with his big paw. As his hand worked my ass he told Russ that Iwas a nifty little package with a good ass and he had a deal. Well thatsounded good to I gathered from the way the conversation was going he wasbartering my ass for the room rent.Now colder than hell all I could think of was getting it on with thosethree hot burly bears. I could use another cock up my ass that would makethree of them fucking me tonight. Russ ordered me back into the truck andwe then pulled forward and to the right to an almost hidden little shack ofa cabin. Little did I ever dream that cabin was to become my new home?Sitting in that warm cab with the taste of cum still fresh in my mouth myonly thoughts are of sex by three hot men not of getting back to a nothingjob in a Prissy assed town, I only wished I could stay here forever fuckingand sucking. As they say, “Be careful of what you wish for!”Once the rig was parked and we were inside the one bed room it took onlyseconds before Russ was naked and shoving poppers under my nose. The lastthing I needed was poppers; just the thought of those three fucking me hadme out of my mind with lust. But inhaling them deeply my overactive sexdrive really began kicking in. Now almost in agony and a wanting cock upmy ass so badly I began begging him to fuck me hard. I didn’t wanttenderness I wanted a cock. Hearing this grunt and feeling a sharp pain inmy ass I had all of him. Grunting his satisfaction and handing the poppersto Anton he began this piston action drove me out of my mind. Breathing inmore poppers I was now an a****l with no thought other than sucking andfucking. That was when Anton placed his cock on my eager lips and hungrilyI let him sink deep into my throat. Grunting he began r****g my facethen. .Now being assaulted from both ends I barely noticed the door opening andclosing. Still watching out of the corner of my eye when this big hairyfigure began disrobing all I could do was gasp at the size of his cock. Mymind went ablaze and I knew I had to have that log of a cock rammed up myass. When Russ and Anton were finished with me they stood watching inamazement as my hungry asshole seemed to expand and began sucking in thatlog of a cock I was undergoing thrills I’d never experienced before as thatmonster cock sank deeper into my body. When he was well seated and beganworking my ass I had the feeling he was not only fucking me but takingpossession of my body. I knew then I was never going to get enough of thatcock no matter how long he fucked me that night. And how many times I was fucked, how many times I sucked those cocks Iwill never know, it is all a blur and then nothing. When I finally didrealize what was going on I could see the room was now empty and the smellof sex was everywhere. Russ andd Anton were gone and I could see none ofmy clothes my wallet or anything. My body covered with scratches, shit andcum hurt everywhere. Then trying to move I found I was in chains. Stilldazed I began to fear what I let myself in for this time. My Christ, Ididn’t even know where I was. Then hearing the door that question was soonanswered by the owner Kelly Sangawitz. Whey all I could mutter was why heexclaiming with an evil smirk “You see boy you’re a whore and I own yourass. You begged me to be my sex slave; you told me you never wanted toleave me, so Russ sold you to me”. See the papers you signed, you’re aFagot, a whore and I own you. You understand that Bitch? Seeing I washaving trouble grasping what he was saying he went on saying again,I boughtand paid for you and I’m going to sell your fucken ass that magic ass ofyours to any and all the truckers who want to fuck you”. I get money tolet them fuck your ass, got it now faggot?With the last shred of what I thought was dignity I began struggling tofree myself. Screaming at him calling him a cheeky bastard I demanded herelease me because I would never be anyone’s whore. Smiling and droppinghis pants exposing that log of a throbbing cock I lost it and I beganbegging him to fuck me again like last night. Chuckling and rolling me overwithout any lub he began working his cock up my ass all the while murmuringin this hypnotic kind of voice I was his property now and with a littletraining and conditioning I would be the perfect slut. Deeper and deeper hewent into my body and feeling all reason leave me all I heard was hissaying I was his property and then I almost fainted from those wonderfulsensations shooting though by body as his cock consumed me.The only sound in the room was the sucking of my hot ass and me begging himto fuck me harder. For what seemed like hours he kept pounding me with thatcock telling me I was his whore, his property and me, crazy with lust justkept begging him for more. How many times he got his nut off I will neverknow but I do remember he told me he was going to make me the best whore inthe countyMy body had now surrendered to him completely. That was not enough, for meto become his property he wanted complete surrender. From there myconditioning began… To train me I was suspend from chains and fuckmorning noon and night—but he was not alone in my training—-any and allhorny truckers that checked into the Motel had full fucking rights to mybody. Before long the word spread about the free ass at the Sangawitz Truckstop. The weeks passed my life were now eating, sleeping, fucking andsucking was complete; It was in my final transformation that my nippleswere pierced and both my mind and my body now belonged to him completely henow had the cunt-boy he’d wanted.My only desire now is to give sexual gratification to all those magnificentTruckers. My life is waiting for the sounds of an eighteen wheeler pullingto a stop at the station. As the Motel flourishes now and my Mastercontinues to improve it and more and more truckers stop here the old dimmemories of my former life are now being replaced with my new reality of solittle time, so many truckers to service. When that door swings open and Isee those big hairy figures pausing to grab a condom the juices of my bodybegin flowing eager to be fulfilled. I want to be a slut, a fagot and tobe used by any trucker who will dump his loads down my throat or up my ass.I want to be a slave whore.

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