Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 15:03:19 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Trucker Sex #16

Note to readers, this is the continuation of my "true-life saga" at the
hands of the sadistic brutal truckers of Spignotti and Sons Distribution
center in Jersey City.  The previous chapter was posted to Nifty
Cafe/Beastiality because it contained dog/human sex.  The next chapter
posted here contains only rough Dominants/submissive Males/male sex.  You
have been warned...

Repost of a portion of the Titus Too #4 story posted on Nifty
Cafe/Beastiality.  For context.

"...The black faces, conversely, were celebrating as if their favorite
football team had just scored a touchdown.  They were slapping each other
on their backs, laughing, joking, smiling and obviously just feeling great
about themselves.  They seemed more intent on the slick shiny black arm
sliding deeper into me: imaging what Sarge must be feeling with honky pussy
stretched tight across his forearm.  Sarge slid his free arm under my legs
as if I was a ventriloquist's dummy.

In this position Sarge strolled around the room looking deeply and
aggressively into the eyes of each and every trucker he came across.  To
the white truckers he'd strut up, stare them down with his intense
hate-tinged glare as he pumped his arm into my spread asshole as a kind of
challenge.  It was as if he was saying to them, `This could be your asshole
next time if you don't treat me with the respect I deserve'.  Sarge seemed
to spend extra time in front of Vinton Brundt as waves of hate flowed
through me from one man to the other.  Both men staring at each other with
such hatred but Sarge had the upper hand, the one sliding in and out of my
stretched truckers' bitch hole.

To the Black truckers Sarge was like a kid showing off a new trick.  He'd
let his fellow Black truckers reach out and run their fingers over my
painfully stretched pussy lips, he'd tell them how hot and tight my fuck
tube felt around his arm and he'd pump his arm in and out just so they
could watch my legs twist and turn involuntarily in an futile effort to
escape.  This caused lots of laughter from the Black truckers and stares of
astonishment from their white brethren.  I must have looked like a puppet
on a string as my head rolled back and to the side, drool running down my
face and my arms and legs flailing aimlessly about.  The whole time I could
feel Sarge's black fist inside me and his hard black cock pressing firmly
against my back.  Sarge was still wearing his pressed and creased
supervisor's uniform with that humungous black "Pussy Pounder" jutting from
his crotch.  I drifted off into a kind of trance as I began to imagine that
Sarge's fist was actually the biggest Black cock in the world and it was
fucking me senseless.  My humiliation was compounded when Madd-dog shouted
out "Lookee there fuckers, the bitch's little pink dick is rock hard and
fuckin droolin precum..." to raucous laughter from everyone, even the
freaked out white truckers.

Again my cock had betrayed my true feelings to this group of brutal and
sadistic truckers."

Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 16

"Shit you god damned slimy cum-filled fuckwadd, I'm gonna cram Max's slimy
swimmers so far inside you you'll be shitting cum for fuckin days" Sarge's
testosterone drenched baritone growled in my ear loud enough for the
desperately horny truckers to hear.  With these words Sarge started rapidly
cramming his fist inside me faster and deeper with each thrust.  The room
was spinning and all I could do was concentrate on that humungous black
appendage that was tearing my hole.  I was barely conscious of the sounds
of the click and whirl of Polaroids going off knowing these snapshots would
certainly be passed around every truck-stop and greasy spoon frequented by
road weary horny truckers.  I tried to imagine what the photos would look
like.  The contrast of Sarge's shiny cum coated black arm stretching my red
painted pussy lips apart as my pale white butt cheeks glowed with sweat and
dripping cum would certainly be memorable.  Even more impressive would be
any photo that captured all this along with the expressions on Sarge's and
my face.  Sarge would surely show a mixture of emotions on his stern,
strong black face; pleasure, dominance, joy, anger and perhaps commanding
power and awe.  My own sweat-drenched face would show my humiliation and
degradation to be used so callously to please another stronger man but also
my clear apprehension, fear, pleasure and contentment at the unfolding
situation.  It would be obvious to everyone who saw these pictures that
both Sarge and I were enjoying ourselves immensely since we both were
showing rigid hard cocks dripping with precum.

As Sarge thrust his arm deeper and deeper inside me my legs and arms
flailed around as if I was attached to an electrical current.  My head
would shoot backwards with each painful thrust in and slide forward with
each withdrawal.  As Sarge's fist fucking motion increased my head bobbing
increased as well.  So much so that after a few minutes my head was bobbing
up and down like a god damned bobble-head toy on a car's dashboard.  That
sadistic bastard Blackmore came up with a `great' new game to add to my
shame and humiliation.  Since it looked like I was nodding my head yes, he
strode up to Sarge and me, grabbed my head to look me squarely in the eyes
to focus my attention and asked, "Fuck your mother?" and let my hair go.
My head nodded yes from Sarge's fisting but the truckers all got the idea
and laughed uproariously.  Even Sarge liked this new humiliation of his
honky bitch hole so he'd stop the stroking while the questions were being
asked and fist me vigorously for the head nodding to begin.  One by one the
horny truckers would walk up to me and ask me disgusting questions to which
I would involuntarily nod my head yes.  Questions like, "Ever lick your
dad's balls?" from the cowboy trucker Montana.  "Eat his asshole out?" from
DC.  "Fucked your sister yet?" from Madd-dog.  "Like to eat shit?" from
Freightliner.  On and on the questions rang out and on and on I humiliated
myself by nodding yes.  They became more disgusting and humiliating but I
was powerless to prevent my head from bobbing.

One time I did try to stop my head from bobbing after a particularly
disgusting question.  Blackmore saw what I was doing.  He immediately
stepped up and grabbed my swinging balls painfully until both the vicious
fisting from Sarge and the painful squeezing of my balls from Blackmore
forced my head to agree with the latest disgusting comment.  The truckers
all broke out in gleeful laughter knowing I'd be nodding yes to everything
from then on.

The sadistic truckers continued their disgusting taunts while Sarge
continued to ram that monstrously thick arm deeper and deeper inside me.  I
felt more trapped and violated than I'd never felt before, I was being used
by all these bastards, every last one of them, for their own pleasure at my
expense.  I was nothing but a pleasure toy for their sadistic needs.  I
realized I was truly beneath contempt, that I had sunken to the lowest
depths a young innocent 18 year old man can sink.  I thought about all the
things that had happened to me in the three short weeks since I had allowed
myself to be talked into George Kincaid's rig on 287.  I don't know what
happened but all these thoughts, the torments, the abuse, the pain and
humiliation all conspired against me as suddenly my rigid hard cock started
to explode cum all over my abdomen, Sarge's arm and the cement warehouse
floor.  I was shooting cum a foot in the air without any control over
myself.  Sarge used the opportunity to give himself a little extra lube;
coating his arm with extra trucker bitch cum.  He thoroughly enjoyed the
milking sensations as my ejaculating fuck-tube walked up and down his arm
as the on looking truckers gasped then applauded this new turn of events.

I heard Sarge sneer, "Fuck yeah baby, shoot that load.  Fuckin spill your
load bitch. Yeah that feels good on my god damned arm baby.  A fucking
milking machine on my arm.  You bastards got to feel this.  Fucking god
damned pussy massage" as laughter erupted from all the men around us.  Even
when I'd finished cumming Sarge kept up his fisting and the sadistic
truckers continued their ruthless game of humiliation.  My head continued
to bob up and down to Sarge's fist fucking motion.  The orgasm had been one
of the most pleasurable and satisfying orgasms of my life but instead of
being content I found myself wanting more.  No needing more!  I pleaded for
Sarge to keep fucking me and this only drove the other truckers to new
heights of depravity.

Finally, when the sadistic truckers tired of their newest cat and mouse
game Sarge brusquely removed his supporting arm and I tumbled to the cement
floor like a sack of potatoes; his thick black arm painfully ripped free.
My knees were sore but more importantly suddenly my butt was completely
empty for the first time in hours.  Instead of feeling pleased or relieved,
I felt empty; almost hungry.  My gaping hole was wet so I could feel the
cold midnight warehouse air blowing across my sweat glistened butt cheeks
and slime covered hole.  I desperately needed something stuffed inside me
just to feel satisfied again.

It didn't take Sarge long to begin to meet my needs.  He kneeled down, over
my prone body; still in his perfectly pressed warehouse supervisor's
uniform.  He spread my cheeks with his calloused hands, rubbing his fingers
across my super sensitized red painted pussy lips, enjoying the stark
contrasts between his strong black fingers and my puffy red painted
opening.  I heard a low growl of contentment escape his lips, so quiet no
one else could hear.  But he and I both knew he was enjoying this.  This
knowledge drove me on; making me want to please this strong domineering
black man who had just given me one of the most intense orgasms of my young
life.  Sarge started to rub his fingers across and around my butthole with
greater and greater urgency; poking first one then two fingers in to tease
me.  "Mmmmnnn", he purred his pleasure in my ear so quietly only I could
hear him but the effect was clear for all to see.  I instinctively arched
my back up, pushing my hips back to meet his fingers.  Quietly I murmured
my pleasure humming, "Oh yeah" so quietly I'm sure only Sarge heard.  His
fingers became more urgent as they slid across and inside me with greater
confidence.  Sarge hummed, "Oh yeah baby, yeah" in his deep testosterone
drenched baritone, sending waves of desire through my body.  Sarge poked
three fingers roughly into my battered hole and instead of feeling pain or
fear I felt pleasure and the need to be fucked.  "Oh yeah", I sighed,
"Please..." I quietly begged in a whisper.  Sarge smiled and asked, "Please
what baby? Please what?" as he slid four fingers inside me and started to
twist them around.  My hips gyrated from side to side trying to squeeze
those wonderful black fingers inside me.  "MMMnnnn", I heard from behind
"Your pussy feels so fuckin hot.  Want me, baby?  Want your black Army
Sergeant, slut?"

All I could do was nod my head as my heart pounded in my chest like a
runaway train.  I shivered with desire as Sarge pulled his hand all the way
out of me and slid in three fingers to the third knuckle.  "Oh yeah" he
sigh, "Oh fuckin yeah, baby".  My hips convulsed reflexively in an
animalistic hunger I had never known before.  Sarge seemed to sense this
and toyed with my quivering pussy, enjoying my reactions.  "Please fuck me,
please fuck me Sir" I quietly whispered, "Please".  Sarge was delighted
with my change of attitude but his own demeanor only hardened in response.
He became even more insistent and demanding, growling insults under his
breath that only he and I could share.  "Slut, pig, bitch, whore" were some
of his whispered favorites.  It became an extremely intimate time for us;
like we were the only ones in the warehouse.  His utter distain for me was
clear despite his need to dominate an 18 year old blond trucker slut he
also craved to fist me as much as I craved to be fisted. The whole time
that Sarge was fondling my butthole my pussy lips were pulsing in and out;
expressing my new-found hunger.

While our words went unheard by the other truckers my physical reaction did
not go unnoticed.  It was clear that I was enjoying the pleasure that
Sarge's rough hands were giving.  Each plunge in with his hand was met with
a gasp of pleasure from me and backwards thrusts of my hips.  Sarge was
toying with my pleasure nerves like he was playing a fine violin; stroking
intimate places inside me in order to elicit just the response he was
after.  Sarge began to pull his hand all the way out of my tattered hole
and shove it half way in with a `SPLUNK' sound.  He increased the speed and
momentum with each plunge so that the sounds became louder and more
thunderous with each thrust.  I became like a rutting bull shoving my hips
back to meet Sarge's hand with each thrust; my rock hard cock banging
against my well muscled six-pack abdomen with wet slapping sounds.  Sweat
pooled on my forehead and ran onto the floor as my passion for Sarge and
all the brutal truckers exploded.  "Fist me Sir", I screamed, "Fuck the
shit out of my pussy with that fuckin strong Black fist, Sir.  Please shove
your fist inside me Sarge.  I need it really bad, please Sir, please" I
pleaded.  The warehouse erupted in hysterical laughter.

This outburst made Sarge smile a wide shit-eating grin and made all the
sweaty grimy sadistic truckers gather round to see what would happen next.
Even Mr. Spignotti came out of the supervisor's office door and stood to
Sarge's left side in his fine charcoal grey silk suit visibly tented out in
front, watching my frenzied reaction.  I had become a bitch in heat,
exactly according to Mr. Spignotti and Sarge's plan.  Just as with all the
honky troops Sarge `blacks' in boot camp.  Like them I caved into his
superior will; surrendering myself to serve his sadistic needs and those of
every trucker at Spignotti and Sons.  Sarge shot Mr. Spignotti a knowing
smile and asked nonchalantly, "Sir, mind holding the bitch down while I
pound the fuck out of this pussy with my fist?"

"Fuck no Sergeant", Mr. Spignotti snarled hoarsely, "I'm as fucking
patriotic as the next son of a bitch.  You know I'll help out any fuckin
soldier in need in this man's Army in any way I can.  I consider it my
fuckin patriotic duty".  Mr. Spignotti walked around to my head, raised his
left foot and brought his fine Gucci leather loafer down very hard on the
back of my neck.  My face hit the floor with a loud thud, eliciting
laughter and cheers from those around us.

I was forced into the same exaggerated bitch position from earlier; on my
knees with my legs spread very wide and my chest pressing heavy on the
cement floor, my neck firmly held down by Mr. Spignotti and my arms
sprawled uselessly to the sides.  There was considerable pain but I didn't
care.  Sarge had said he'd be pounding my pussy with his fist.  That was
all I heard and that was all I cared about.  "Oh please, Sir.  Please fuck
me, Sir.  Cram that thick black arm inside me, Sir.  Please fill me up,
please Sir" I pleaded.  This was met by more laughter and derision from the
surrounding truckers.  I heard someone say, "Fuckin slut.  God damned
useless fuckin slut is only good for dickin.  Fuck I'd sure like to seed
that cunt right now, fucking fill it like ole Max done' as murmurs of
agreement spread through the crowd of horny truckers.

With my ass high like that my hole was easily accessible for Sarge to fist
and my hard cock and low hanging balls were also in clear view of the
surrounding truckers.  I could feel Sarge's hand clenching into a fist as
my heart beat faster still begging for him to fist me.  With my head
pressed firmly on the floor I could only see half the truckers but those I
did see were all naked or had their pants around their ankles and were
jerking their hard cocks like they were polishing the fuckin family silver.
The truckers were all sweaty and grimy but their body types ranged from
ragged scrawny truckers with missing teeth and bald heads to well muscled,
handsome examples of virile men; some had pot-bellies from years behind the
wheel of 18-wheelers and some were perfectly fit.  They all had hard cocks
however and they all were staring at Sarge and me intently.  The only
people in the warehouse fully dressed were Sergeant Carter and
Mr. Spignotti. Most of the stroking truckers' eyes were glazed over with
lust as they watched Sarge prepare to stuff my hole again with his fist.
All I could do to encourage Sarge was to continue pleading for his fist,
begging to be fisted by him, and opening and closing my hole as a
non-verbal invitation.

Finally, I felt Sarge tense and just as he did I pushed my hips backwards
at the same instant his fist broke through my opening lodging itself firmly
to the wrist inside me.  An involuntary scream escaped my lips from the
unexpected pain.  A cheer went up from the truckers as I heard
Mr. Spignotti say with pride in his voice, "God Damn!!"  My dick twitched
again, bobbing obviously for all to see.  I was in heaven; I saw stars and
I think I saw Gabriel that day.

This is a good place to end this chapter.  I'll be posting the next chapter
soon and in the meanwhile I like to hear from readers and get your comments
or suggestions.  Your comments encourage me to keep writing.  Please write
me directly at;

   danhol900@aol.com