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   The Hitch-Hiker Part 1 - Julian (MMM, m, twink, rape, poz, corruption,
whore)

   On one of my trips I met Julian.  It was a rainy summer afternoon and he
approached me at a gas station.  He asked me if he could get on board and
drive with me for a while.  He didn't seem to care which way I would take,
as long as he could leave this place.  Since the guy was quite small, I
asked him about his age.  He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to
see his ID, which he showed me willingly.

   Nice, I thought.....  he was also very skinny.  I like that on my boys a
lot, although I didn't know if he could get the spot on the `Scorpion Gift
Service' at all.

   "You're a runaway?  Or do you have some other kind of problems?  I don't
want to get involved with some kind of thug or so" I asked him.  He denied
to be a `no good' and said he did run away from home, but since he was an
adult it was his choice to leave anyway.  I nodded and asked for his name.
He answered it was Julian.

   "Okay - walk to the exit.  I will pay my charges and then I will pick
you up...." I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station's lot.  He
thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away.  I watched his
tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans.  After paying my gas
I went to my car and turned to the exit.  There he was.  Standing close to
the exit and smiling at me.  I stopped the car and told him he could throw
his bag into the trunk.  After all was done, he took the passenger's seat
and buckled up.

   We drove for a while.  Although I tried to open a conversation the
little guy seemed to be shy.  "What's your problem at home?  Do you have
problems in your school or in your family?" I asked Julian.  He gazed out
of the window and did not reply.

   "Well, then maybe it is a girl?  Are you dating girls?" I wanted to
know. "Of course I date girls....  I am not a faggot" Julian snapped. 
"Okay.....  then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of
finishing your school or find some work?" I insisted.

   "It is my step dad......  after my mother had died, he is.....  doing
things to me....." Julian mumbled.  "What kind of things?" I wanted to
know. "Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another
woman" he said.  "You mean your dad tried to come on to you?" I played
shocked.  "Step-dad" Julian said.

   We drove for a while without saying a thing.  "Why didn't you go to the
police....." I wanted to know.  "And then....  what?" he stared dreamingly
at the surroundings outside the car.  "I feel safe here, now that I found a
way to get so far away as possible" he added.

   Julian sniffed from time to time but didn't say a word for the next
couple of miles.

   "The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner....  I
remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner
table, with his hand driving down my spine....  and then resting on my
butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks" he continued talking.

   "Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on
my mouth all of the sudden.  Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that
started the whole thing I guess" Julian thought loudly.

   "Maybe, if I would have stopped him....  maybe I encouraged him.  He
knew I had a girl friend...  he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now
that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties.  And I was doing
the chores so well, so why not take his....  his....  dick and milk it
also" Julian sighed.

   I didn't ask him a thing.  I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge.

   "I should have known....  but I was scared.  I didn't want to lose my
step dad also.  I just had lost my mom" Julian cried.  "And one night he
came into my room and I felt him entering my bed.  I screamed and shouted
out loud but he didn't care.  I tried to defend myself, but somehow he
managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my
asshole and simply fucked away." Julian's voice got monotone.

   "It hurt so much....  he promised he would never ever do it again.  And
I believed him....  and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he
was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he
raped my ass anyway."

   Julian didn't recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that
would lead us into a little forest.  I stopped the car and turned to him,
but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else.

   The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn't stop - he
brought 6 guys home that evening.  I thought I would die....  *sobs* I
really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they
told me so." "But they didn't kill me, thnough they told me they could....
but if I would comply and please them however they needed me.....  I was
allowed to live and to work on their cocks" he looked sadly at me.

   "Do you understand, why I had to leave" he asked me and now he realized
we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn't know.
"What are we doing here?" he wanted to know.

   "Well it was such a heart-breaking story.  I wanted some time out to
listen to it and talk to you." I told him.

   Julian nodded.  "Don't worry about me....  I will find my way" he smiled
at me softly.

   "But why, did he chose you anyway?  I asked Julian.  He shrugged with
his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all
along.  "Hmmmm....  possible but unlikely" I said.

   "Maybe you acted like a faggot?  Maybe you stared at his bulge when he
came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal?  Maybe you
stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought - a hole is a
hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?"
I looked Julian straight into his eyes.

   The guy was shocked and started almost to cry.

   "You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also,
that you are a sleazy faggot.  A guy who does everything to drain a nut. 
Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to
swallow cum as much as possible." "No wonder your step dad groped you,
since it was your fault to begin with.  You are a dirty little slut Julian"
I concluded.

   "So....  what are you waiting for" I asked him bluntly.

   He wanted to know what I mean.

   "You cum-bucket sit here...  telling me like, for weeks you have been
seduced your dad's cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now
you got me rocking hard and you don't want to finish your job.  I mean....
are you serious?" I growled.

   "Please....  I don't want to do a job here....  I just want to step out
at the next gas station or town." he demanded.  "I can't see a gas station
here....  and I don't see a town for miles and miles to come.  But you are
welcome to step out any time" I looked seriously at Julian.

   In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a
little bit, to get some attention to his words.  Of course touching me
there....  didn't help him much.

   "Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now....
or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part....  I will get
you a good beating.  Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of
that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp." I grinned
insanely at Julian who got really scared now.

   He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words `Please' all
over again.  Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock.  He
stroked it slowly up and down.  "No teeth and remember to swallow my cum."
I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock.

   I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead.  After a while he
started deep-throating me.  He was really not bad at allin sucking.  Not a
single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth .  My eyes were
closed while he did his job.  I didn't even warn him, when my eyes started
to tingle.  His mouth went up and down my dick.  He used his hands jacking
me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely.

   I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time.

   I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle.  He closed his mouth
around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of
my balls.  Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls.

   "Man....  you blow like a professional whore" I sighed.

   "You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on" I
complimented him.  "You did a great job fag" I thanked him politely for
sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up.

   Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair.  "Sometimes it is the best
to accept your fate" I told him softly.  "Being a hole for other homo or
hetero guys is not so bad at all.  You have a task to fulfill and there
will be always dicks wanting to unload in you.  You should take your
strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm" I
explained to him.

   I started the engine and we entered the road again.  Julian couldn't
stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused.

   And this was just the beginning.....

   The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 - Julian)

   I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event
he seemed to be stubborn.  "I hope you don't spoil everything later, when
you meet the others...." I mentioned.  "The others?" Julian asked scared.

   "You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking
myself, how will you cope with it?" I asked him nicely.  "That's none of
your business." Julian sulked.

   The area we passed right now was desert like.  We drove for a while
already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic.  This
route got used by truckers only.  Business guys.....  I grinned evilly.

   My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be
very inexperienced and easily to manipulate.  "Well, I wanted to suggest
something to you.  It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and
the gifts you have been giving by nature.

   Let's look at the objective data:

   You didn't finish your school - that's a minus!  You got not
qualifications whatsoever in business...  workmanship or such - also a no
go.  You got no connections - not good!  And you got no money - which
really is a problem.

   Now, let's see if you got other stuff you could contribute:

   You are able to such and swallow - which could be helpful.  You suck
dicks for let's say 5 dollars.  If you swallow the junk, you can charge
more money on it, let's say 5 dollars in additional.  You could earn 10
dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing.  You should always prefer that
and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered.

   Hmm...  I didn't check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and
his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some
professional possibilities here also.  Always offer anal sex, since you can
charge at least 20 dollars for it.  Advertise it, that you do it without a
condom - which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price." I explained
my thoughts to Julian.

   He opened up by answering, if this wouldn't be too low on the price
scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his
offers.

   I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as
whores.  There was simply too much competition and he should show his
costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices.

   "You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this
way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because
of the low charges."

   Julian nodded understandingly.

   "If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give
them some discount.  Since you are serving two or more people, you are
earning fast money.  But you need to encourage and advertise that over and
over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body." I told Julian.

   The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this
special offer and show up with 3 or more guys.

   Julian didn't get it....  so I calculated the stuff for him.  Stupid
whore...

   25 dollars for one guy, let's say....  30 minutes duration.  So Julian
would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine.  If
he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30
minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars.  If he
could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars.  He
would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars.

   "That would be awesome." Julian cheered loudly.

   I smiled, nodded and thought...  `Yeah bitch.  Splendid - you stupid
cunt.'

   "And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be
really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at
all, but lots of possible customers" I said.

   Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert.

   "That's the clue.  We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only
spot in this desert.  No gas station or restaurant, which would only make
it harder to whore around without getting in trouble.  You can make
yourself a name there.  You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in
their rigs or at the latrine of course.  There is also a deserted hut close
to the latrine.  You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a
mattress while waiting for costumers" I sounded cheerfully.

   This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter
the place and simply use Julian's body and give him the cash immediately.
So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body.
He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his
holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite
regularely.  Julian would have an easy job there.  I advised him to sleep
on his belly.  It would make the service so much easier for his customers.

   "But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no
transport...." he interjected.

   I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and
instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse...  he
should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger.

   The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn't die of
thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked.  So there would
be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine
itself.

   Julian thought about it silently.  "I don't know....  I feel insecure
about this" he answered.

   "You would be out of your step-dad's radar and you could try this kind
of job out, at least for a week.  Who knows, maybe you will have earn
enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then" I lied.  Julian's
eyes sparkled.  "You think so?" he asked excited.  "If you don't deny any
customer, then you should be rich in no time" I gave him a winning smile.
You should not care about the looks so much or the age.  It is only
important that your customer-service is brilliant.  Just offer your body to
all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and
milk their dicks.  It's an easy job.  You simply keep your legs apart for
strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body.

   With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you
again to abuse your body over and over again - and I think you might make
it."

   Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service
and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible
customers.

   He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they
could pay for punching him or beating him up.  Of course he should set
rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing.
Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try - at
least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other
costumer is available for a fuck.

   To get the motor running I suggested I could `play' his first costumer.
I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback
assfuck and would hand him the money.  Of course he would have to give me
the money back later on.  This was only part of the advertisement, so that
people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load
into him.

   I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the
opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business.

   Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way.

   "Excellent...." I said with a smile....

   The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 - Julian)

   We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight.
Julian looked at me with worried eyes.

   "Don't worry" I told him.  "As soon as the words spread, that a lot
lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won't get off the dirty
stained mattress anymore.  Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes."

   I parked and we got off my car.  Julian was told to open the trunk to
retrieve his bags, since this was his new home.  Before we went up to the
latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink.

   "Pull your jeans off" I ordered.  "My...  what?  Why?" Julian sounded
terrified.  "Just pull it off" I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife
appeared in my hand.

   Julian's eyes widened in horror.

   Slowly he opened his belt.  I ripped it off his pants, which made the
boy yelp.  He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he
handed me the pair.  I inspected the backside of his jeans.  I opened them
up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the
hole bigger

   The guy couldn't believe it.

   "You need your jeans be ready for your new job.  This is sort of a
business clothing now.  This way you don't even have to open your pants to
let your costumers into your body.  Smart - eh?" I looked at Julian as if I
tried to get his approval.  He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed
jeans.

   I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found
pretty fast.  The guy didn't have much valuable stuff, but I completed my
mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed.

   "Of course you got to take off your underpants.  NOW!" I yelled at him.

   Julian shivered as he took his underpants off.  He stood there now with
only his socks on and his shirt.  "It wouldn't make any sense if we do this
stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric.  You won't need
the underpants anymore.  Not at this place" I decided and then I started to
shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his
bags.

   While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened...  his mobile phone,
which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and
dropped to the ground.  Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my
direction.  `Clumsy' as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow
it smashed to the ground.  You could hear the glass shatter.  And if this
was not enough, I `accidently' stepped right on to the mobile phone, which
destroyed it completely.

   Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk.  It was totally
ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just
happened.

   "It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway" I accused
Julian.  "What....  what do I do now?" Julian looked totally devastated. 
"I tell you what....  I got an old mobile phone at home.  I will pick it up
and return that to you tomorrow evening.  Then we can switch the cards and
you can tell me about your first day...  what do you say?" I asked him.

   Julian sobbed.

   "You promise to give me your old mobile?" he asked me.  "Of course I do"
I lied.

   "Why don't you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my
jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don't need no
more.

   Julian came to my side like a puppet.  He cried silently while touching
my bulge and squeezing it softly.  It was a cute sight.  The eighteen year
old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side
and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his
stuff.

   After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me
to his new working place.  We walked towards the hut, which was next to the
latrine.  There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian's new home
and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and
entered the shed.

   The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place.  I closed the
door silently behind us.  Julian looked stunned.  The mattress was stained
all over.  There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean.  Lots
of used rubbers were laying around.

   "This lacks your personal flair of course...." I told him.

   I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and `fresh'
air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of
the door hinges instantly.

   "That's much better - now your Johns won't have the feeling to disturb
you.  They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no
matter what.  This is the only way to keep your customers - believe me!" I
explained all to Julian.  Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the
room and picked up some condoms.  He looked disgusted.

   "Look at it, as your business port folio.  With all these condoms around
it looks like this is a busy place.  Guys will think you are the best whore
in the world, because of the massive usage of your body." I thought loudly.

   "Why don't you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and
get the right feeling?" I pushed Julian almost down.  He looked concerned
but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used
condoms scattered around.

   "Spread your legs like a good whore" I ordered him.

   He looked so hot.  He supported his upper body with his elbows, while
being on his backside, spreading his legs.  He had this lost and scared
look in his eyes.  You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch.

   "Remember this pose bitch....  always try to welcome your Johns this
way. Keep those legs spread.  And if someone enters the door to check the
merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your
body.

   "Now turn around and lay on your belly.  Yeah....  nice.....  try again
to spread the legs a little bit....  I can see your ass cheeks....  you are
such a hot cunt....." I felt my cock getting hard again.

   I opened my jeans again.  I couldn't wait to act as a John, like we had
planned before.  I needed to fuck him now.  He felt the movement on the
mattress and sighed anxiously.  We had no lube, but hey....  most of the
John's wouldn't even care about.  So I spit on my cock and started entering
his tight rectum.  I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke.

   His made fists and groaned loudly.  I could see, he was in pain, but for
me it was like heaven.  I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian's
suffering down to my penis.  I sped up.  This was not a romantic fuck.  I
was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison.

   "Yeah whore, squeeze my dick.  Massage me good with your cheap slut
drain" I growled.

   I fucked Julian harder now.  Placing my right arm around his neck in I
started choking the lad.  He had no chance escaping this headlock but he
tried.  He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met
my motions.  I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and
while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get
charged up by me.

   Julian hit me with his arms against my arms.  I loosened the headlock
for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually
heard it.

   "Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load.  I want to charge you up with
it you filthy cunt...  tell me, tell me you want to get charged up...." I
insisted.  With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again
those beautiful choking sounds.  "Well.....  do you want to get charged up
whore?" I asked one last time.

   I could hear a rasping noise.

   "Yes....  ye....  cha'g' me uuuup" he whispered.  I couldn't see it, but
Julian's face had turned blue already.  His answer did it for me.  I shot
my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him.  I power
fucked him the at last like a rabbit.

   Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian
with my full body weight.  I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed
the sounds he made.

   Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks.
"You did a very good job cunt hole - you sucked my whole charged cum out of
my balls and into you system.  Well done" I praised him.

   Suddenly a stranger's voice echoed through the small room "Nice show you
two....  really nice....." I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing
at the hole, that once was a door.  "If he would be my fuck toy, I would
have fucked him also here, just to show him his place" he continued.

   "He is not my boy" I replied.  "He is a fucking money taking whore" "A
whore?  How much?" he wanted to know.  The guy was quite big and a little
bit heavy, if you know what I mean.  "It's up to you.  Next costumer is
waiting, Bitch" I grinned.  Julian was scared by trucker's looks.  He was
fat and not so good looking.

   "I asked you something you stupid cunt.  How MUCH for assfucking?" he
repeated his question.

   I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene.

   "20 dollars with a condom.  25 dollars without a condom" Julian answered
shyly.  "You got any condoms here?" the trucker wanted to know.  Julian
shook his head in astonishment.  Why should he have the condoms with him?
"You can't fool me Bitch.  If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a
condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars.  You got that" he sneered and
started opening his jeans already without consent.

   He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor.  Julian looked at
me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said `alright' to the guy.  "Come here
and suck me.  Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you" the fat guy ordered. 
Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. 
He saw, the guy wore a ring.  He was married.....

   I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited
nearby.  So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the
grunting of his first John.

   "You are hurting me...." Julian whined.  "Shut up whore and work for
your money you fucking faggot" the John replied.  There was a sound of a
thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain.  "Yeah.....  whore.....
ooooooh....  yeah.....  milk my balls you dirty mattress....." the John
panted.

   Silence......

   A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack.  He simply nodded
at me and went back to his vehicle.

   I entered Julian's new love nest and saw he was a mess.  His face was
red, like he hadn't had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes.  He
held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching
on his back.

   "You did it.  Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon.
You see what you can make?  15 minutes and you made this bloke happy." I
encouraged Julian to continue.  "I....  I.....  I....  do....  don't.....
I" he stuttered.  Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up.  "Let's go
to the urinals and the stalls" I told him.

   We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from
his new home.

   Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss.  Somehow the
urinals were blocked and the piss couldn't sink into the urinal.  Some of
the piss had already spilled all over the floor.  We stood right in between
this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets.

   They took a look at Julian's torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving
look.

   "Now look at this mess.  This is fucking shit.  Always the same shit. 
You can't take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain't a
restaurant." one of the guys complained.

   "Offer yourself as a urinal" I whispered at Julian and shoved him in
between two urinals.

   He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces.  He sunk
down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would
drink their piss.

   "Nah - but I would care to beat you up" one trucker answered and made a
fist already.

   "I....  I.....  I don...." Julian stammered.  "I....  I....  I WHAT?"
both sneered dangerously.

   "Sorry....  it is his first day on this job." I interfered.  "You could
beat him up for 15 dollars.  No face punching, no broken bones - Rest is up
to you" "Are you serious?" the one guy couldn't believe his ears.  I
nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. 
"You hold him up first Miguel" one said to the other.  I surveyed the
scene. Julian was raised up and held in a headlock.  He had a frightened
look in his eyes and said visibly `NOOOOO' when the first thump hit him in
the stomack.  He wasn't able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him
grinned into Julian's face while using him as a punching ball.

   He was boxing like a pro.  Moving around and beating the kid up badly.
He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls.

   I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery.  A couple of
minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each
other.  I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans.

   They had fun beating Julian up.

   "Puta.....  hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?" Miguel
asked me.  "He plans to....  why?" I wanted to know.

   "We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet
him probably." he grinned evilly.  "Well , then I suggest, you visit him
around 3 am.  There won't be no traffic around here at all, and he will be
sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress.  There you can surprise him
with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if
you wake him up this way" I smirked.

   They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left.

   I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even
greater pool of piss than before.  The money was gone and he told me, that
both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars
included from his first anal job.

   "Man, shit happens.  That was just bad luck.  Come on, get up...  let me
help you" I lent him a helping hand.  While I tried to get him back to the
shed two new truckers approached us.

   "What happened" they asked concerned.  "Nothing - he just had a job and
got beaten up.  He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around
here" I answered.

   They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they
looked at each other again.

   "Want to unload in a faggot again?" one asked the other guy.  He looked
at the young ho and nodded.  Julian was not able to comprehend the talking.
He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty
mattress.

   "How much?" one guy asked me.

   I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment,
so I replied 40 dollars for both.  That was a bargain.  They gave me the
cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny
eyes.

   When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in
pain.  The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they
would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink.  I took the
money and walked to my car slowly.

   I never returned to that lot again....

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