Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 19:09:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Smith <enslaved2str8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Enslaved to Hard Young Cock chapter 3

"Oh, hi, Zach," I responded as blandly as I could, trying to hide the
conflicting emotions I was feeling.  "Just finished closing up."

"Busy night?" he asked.

"Oh, I may be going out later.  I'm not sure yet.  A friend is supposed to
call."

"I meant did you have a lot of customers tonight?"

Shit, I thought.  I had been too ready to utter my prepared line about
being busy and needing to get some place.

"Oh, not really.  It was pretty slow tonight.  Everybody else left at nine
and I closed up by myself."

"Cool, man."

My anger quickly drained away as I took in the sight of Zach sitting behind
the wheel of his beloved Mustang.  I was staring openly at the handsome
teen's friendly, smiling face like I was in some kind of fucking trance.  A
few moments went by before I realized that neither of us was saying
anything and I was just standing there basking in the young stud's raw
masculinity.  Embarrassed, I quickly turned away red-faced and began
fumbling with my car keys.

"I . . . I gotta get going," I said as I nervously tried to get my car key
into the doorlock.  It was dark and my hand was shaking a little from
either the cold or fear, making it difficult to get the fucking thing into
the lock.

"How's your car running, man?  Did you have time to replace your battery
today?"

My mind was telling me to just get into my car and get the hell out of
there, but some for reason I turned back around to face Zach's open car
window.  Zach sat there with a pot-fueled grin looking like he wasn't
feeling any pain.  He also didn't seem like he was in a hurry to get
anywhere.  He seemed to be making small talk with me like maybe he actually
liked me.  I couldn't fucking help myself and began to feel being drawn to
him.

"Oh, yeah," I offered lamely.  "I put a five-year battery in this
afternoon."

"Great.  Hey, you want to try some of this?  It's good fuckin' shit, man."

Zach was holding a unlit half-smoked joint in his hand.  I felt a war
quickly erupt between my head and my emotions.  My head was telling me to
get the fuck out of there, but my emotions were telling me to let go and
allow myself to be drawn to the young stud.

Zach spoke before I had a chance to respond to his invitation one way or
the other.

"C'mon, man, get in," he said, reaching over to open the passenger door to
the Mustang.

Even as the voice in my head continued to tell me to get out of there, I
found myself getting into the passenger seat of Zach's car.

"Try this fuckin' shit out.  It's awesome, dude."

Hearing Zach call me "dude" was somehow reassuring -- like he was treating
me as just another normal guy the young stud might hang out with, instead
of like a fucking fag that deserved to have the crap beat out of him just
for the fact of being queer.

As I held the joint in my mouth, Zach leaned over and lit it with a
lighter.  I gingerly took a puff, but immediately began coughing.  I had
always been something of a square and I had only smoked marijuana a few
times before.  I wasn't used to holding the acrid smoke in my lungs.

"Hey, take it easy, man.  This is fuckin' good shit.  Just take it in real
slow and hold it deep in your lungs for as long as you can."

I tried again.  This time I managed to hold the smoke for maybe five
seconds before coughing it out.

"Yeah, that's the way, dude.  Now you're getting it."

I didn't think I was doing too well, but Zach seemed to think so.  His
reassuring comment -- and the buzz I quickly began to feel -- made me
finally start to relax.

Zach took a puff from the joint and held it in for ten or fifteen seconds
before finally exhaling.  Wow, I thought, that's great.

I must have had an impressed look on my face.

"It's just practice.  Here, man.  Take another hit."

There were only about a half-dozen hits left on the joint, but by the time
I let out my final puff of smoke, I was definitely high and feeling no
pain.  Being stoned allowed me to relax and just be in the moment.

"Pretty awesome shit, don't you think?"

I had to consciously focus my mind in order to process Zach's comment.
Turning to him, I didn't speak, but could feel a silly grin displayed on my
face.

"Yeah, it's good shit, alright," Zach said with what looked like a small
smile.

"Have a beer if you want, man."  I looked at him uncomprehending.  I
followed his glance to the back seat to see a closed cooler resting there.
My brain wasn't running on all cylinders and I just shook my head no.

"Hey, I was headed to see a movie at the drive-in.  Do you wanna go with
me?"

I noticed that there was the slightest pause between Zach's comments and my
ability to process what he was saying.  I had experienced this before the
few times I had been stoned and it didn't bother me.  In fact, it forced my
analytical mind to take a break and allowed me to get more into the moment.

Zach was asking me if I wanted to go with him to a drive-in movie, was that
right?  Looking at his friendly, handsome face, my head automatically
nodded yes.  I immediately had the thought that I had made a mistake, but
in the next moment the thought passed and I returned to dwelling in the
pleasant stoned sensations in my mind and body.  I could feel that my dick
was hard in my jeans, but that didn't bother me.

There was only one drive-in movie theater in the area and it was on the
outskirts of town.  It took us about 15 minutes to get there and neither of
us said anything on the way.  Normally in such a situation I would feel
compelled to try to fill up the time and space with conversation.  Instead,
the pot allowed me just to chill and enjoy being in the company of this
incredible stud.  The temperature was dropping outside and Zach had turned
on his car heater.  The heat felt great blowing against my stoned face.  As
my hard dick gently throbbed in my pants, I felt both relaxed and horny.

Zach paid for the movie and drove almost all the way to the back of the
theater parking lot.  Jeez, I thought, it's going to be hard to see the
fucking movie screen from back here.  Zach kept the Mustang's engine
running so we could enjoy the warmth of the car's heater.

"How `bout a beer, man?  Why don't you get us both one."

I pulled two beers from the cooler on the backseat.  Instinctively, I
opened Zach's for him before I handed it to him.

"Cool, man.  Thanks."

While Zach took a long swig of his beer, I opened mine and began slowly
nursing it.  I didn't really like beer, but wanted to drink along side my
new buddy.

"Hey, let me get a blanket."

Zach got out of the car.  I was confused as to what he was doing until he
opened the trunk and got back into the car with a big flannel blanket.

"Yeah, this will help keep us warm," he said tossing one end of the blanket
over to me.  We spread the warm flannel over the lower halves of our
bodies.  The blanket gave me a physical connection to the handsome stud
that made me (and my dick) feel awesome.

As Zach sipped his beer, he started talking about his girlfriend (Sally?
Sara?  Who the fuck cares?).  He said they had plans to come to the
drive-in tonight, but that at the last minute her parents had made her stay
home to babysit her fucking little brother.  Zach said her parents didn't
care for him, but that didn't matter to him and his girlfriend.

Hearing Zach talk about his girlfriend was a major turnoff for me and for
the first time since I had gotten into his car at the station I felt my
dick deflating.

Then his patter took a turn that also caused my dick to turn from limp to
hard.

Zach said he and his girlfriend really liked to get it on at the drive-in.
He said she was sexually excited by having sex in a public place and he
liked to take full advantage of that by fucking her six ways to Sunday.
They had fucked a couple of times in the restroom stalls and he would cum
like a shooting star when he would hear someone else in the bathroom while
he pumped her pussy with his hard prick.  He said they always liked to park
the car at the back of the theater parking lot so they were less likely to
be caught getting it on.

Zach's comment about he and his girlfriend parking at the back of the
theater for some privacy while they fucked stuck in my head.  I struggled
for a moment to get my pot-addled brain to focus on why the comment seemed
significant, but just as quickly let the thought go.  The young stud was
again talking about his sexual prowess and I needed to put my full
attention on his words.  My dick was certainly getting with the program,
having resumed its full hardness at Zach's sex talk.

Zach's talking about his sexual encounters brought me back to the many
times he had described them to me at the station on the morning after they
had occurred.  I dimly realized, however, that this time something was
different: it wasn't the morning after; it was the night of.  Zach's words
again interrupted this thought and I let it go, instinctively craving the
handsome teen's sex talk over anything and everything else in the world in
that moment.

"She drops her fuckin' inhabitations here.  Man, I'm tellin' ya she becomes
a real cum-hungry whore.  And I'm just the stud to put it to her."

My hard little dick pleasantly throbbed underneath my jeans as Zach
continued.

"I like to start by having her go down on me.  I push my cock into her
mouth as far as I can, making her choke and gag on the fucker.  After I've
dumped a load into her mouth, I push the fuckin' thing into her tight pussy
and pound her hard.  Man, the car really rocks up and down with the force
of our fucking.  The bitch really screams when I slam my big meat in and
out of her pussy or asshole.  She gets real hungry for my big cock, and
she'll take as many cum loads as I want to give her."

Even more than the pot, Zach's sex talk was making me high.  I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat as my dick throbbed in my pants and leaked precum
into my briefs.

"But she's not the only bitch I'm interested in fucking."

Confused, I looked over at Zach's handsome face to find him staring at me
with a sly smile on his face.

Zach pulled the blanket toward him, leaving me and my crotch uncovered.  I
instantly felt exposed and extremely nervous.

Zach's eyes traveled down to my crotch.  I was nervous as hell.  I hoped
that in the dark he couldn't see my hard dick throbbing in my jeans.

"You like me, girl?" Zach asked.  I knew he was now looking directly into
my face as he asked the question, but I just stared nervously at the floor.

Shit, I thought, what the fuck is going on?  Why was Zach calling me
"girl"?  Did Zach know I was gay and did he plan to beat the shit out of me
once he got me to admit it?

"Girl, are you hard just from sitting next to me?"

I couldn't get my mouth to open.  Anyway, I didn't know what the fuck I
could say in the circumstances.

"Yeah, girl, I can see your faggot clit is hard and throbbing.  Are you
hard from sitting next to a real man?"

Again I couldn't get my mouth to work.

"Answer me, bitch!" Zach said to me firmly.

The teen's rough instruction seemed to override my frozen brain circuits
and I answered his question from instinct.

"Ah, I, yeah, ah . . .  Yes."

"Yeah, you're a bitch who needs to serve a real man.  Is that right, girl?"

I was struggling to process the teenager's questions and understand my role
here.  I could feel I was shaking a little in fear, but for some reason the
thought of trying to escape never entered my mind.

Maybe it was the combination of the pot and my sheer sexual craving for
Zach, but the fear seemed to pass quickly through my body and mind.

"Is that right, girl?  Are you a bitch who is hungry for a real man like
me?"

This time, I found myself quickly responding.

"Yeah.  I mean, yes, Zach.  I want to serve a real man like you.  I need
you.  I need you a lot."

"Good.  Thanks what a man wants to hear.  I knew you were a fuckin'
cocksucker from the first time I saw you pop faggot wood hearing about my
cock's exploits."

That comment made my head jerk up and look the handsome teenager directly
into his face.  His beautiful brown eyes seemed to grip me like a tractor
beam.

"That's right, asshole.  Your faggot prick is small, but not that fuckin'
small!"

Zach chuckled at his own remark.

I realized I should feel insulted, but Zach's eyes continued to grip me.
Besides, I really couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying.  In a way,
it was a huge relief to hear him say out loud was I already knew was true.

"But, ya know, I've never had a bitch fuckin' cum just from sitting next to
me.  I guess it takes a real hungry cockwhore for that."

This time I realized immediately that Zach was referring to the time I had
cum in his car on the way back to the station from the auto parts store.

Instead of being embarrassed at having the incident brought up openly, I
again felt a sense of relief.  It was true that I had cum just from sitting
next the young stud in his car and hearing him talk about how he planned to
thoroughly fuck some girl's mouth and ass.

"Do you want it, girl?  Do you want me on top of you fuckin' your pussy
with my big cock?"

Zach's sex talk was driving me crazy, dissolving what little was left of my
will to resist submitting to his demands.

As the handsome teen continued to talk, lust shot through my mind and body.
I just continued to stare into his eyes mesmerized.

"You want to feel my weight on top of you as I take you and make you into
the fuckin' bitch you really are?"

I almost came when he said that.

"Bitch, you need to answer my questions.  Understand?"

I didn't hesitate.  Looking directly into his eyes, I said, "Oh, god, yes.
Please, Zach.  I want you so much.  I need you inside me."

Apparently satisfied with my response, Zach's face broke out into a
friendly smile.  Man, seeing the look of pleasure on the handsome
teenager's face was the biggest turn-on in the world for me.  I had made
him happy and there was nothing on earth I wanted more than that.

"You're going to love havin' me inside you.  Sure, I'm a demanding
motherfucker, but you can be sure I know how to use my cock in a hungry
bitch like you.  You'll take my fuckin' cock however I want.  I'm gonna
fill up your holes with more spooge than you can handle, you fuckin'
cumwhore!"

Shit, his rough sex talk was bringing me to the edge of cuming!

Zach knew exactly the effect he was having on me and looked directly into
my eyes.

"Show me how much you want me, girl.  I want you to cream your panties
now."

My breath was ragged and I realized I was quietly moaning in response to
Zach's words.

"Shithead, you will fuckin' cum, NOW!"

Zach's words were like an instruction delivered directly to my painfully
hard dick and my balls, bypassing my brain.  It never occurred to me to
touch myself.  I knew instinctively that Zach expected me to cum just from
his hot talk.

"UNLOAD YOUR FUCKIN' CUM NOW, BITCH!" Zach yelled at me.

The tough teen's words seem to draw the cum involuntarily from my balls and
I felt it racing from my balls to my dick.  Then my dick began to throb and
violently erupt hot load after hot load into my briefs.

It was humiliating to be cuming next to this teenager just from his
proximity to me, but that didn't seem to make any difference to my body.
In fact, at some level, I realized that Zach's control over my sexual
response was a huge turn on for me.  The young stud's power made me cum
like I had never cum before.  Moaning loudly, I shot a half-dozen times in
my pants.

After I had finished cuming, I looked down at my crotch to find the hot cum
beginning to soak through my jeans.  Jeez, I had shot a huge load!  I could
smell the strong odor of my cum in Zach's car.

"You need to get cleaned up now," Zach said matter-of-factly.  A little
startled by his voice, I looked over at the handsome teen.  He didn't seem
embarrassed or anything.  He was just giving me an instruction.
Instinctively, I knew I needed to do whatever he told me to do.

"Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up," he said.  "Then get us a big tub
of buttered popcorn on your way back.  Make sure they put extra butter on
it.  Got it?"

Without waiting for my response, Zach turned toward the movie screen and
casually took a sip of his beer.

Although dazed, I managed to make it to the restroom.  There I used up all
of the paper towels in the restroom trying to get my messy crotch cleaned
up.

I reluctantly proceeded to the snack counter to get popcorn.  I hadn't been
able to get all of the cum out of my briefs and jeans and could smell it as
I reached the counter.  I was embarrassed, but I needed to do as Zach
instructed.  The guy behind the counter was a goodlooking kid who was maybe
15 or 16.  As he handed me the popcorn, I remembered Zach's order to get
extra butter.

"Oh, could I have some extra butter on this, please?"

The kid paused as he seemed to smell something in the air and then glanced
down at my still-wet crotch.  Looking up from my crotch to my eyes, a big
smile flashed across his face.  I felt my face completely flush from
embarrassment.  He put extra butter on the popcorn and handed the tub back
to me still with a smile on his face.  "Enjoy yourself, man."  Humiliated,
I quickly turned away.

As I began to walk back to Zach's car, I realized the pot I had smoked
earlier had almost entirely worn off.  I felt the chill in the air and
began to wonder what the hell I had gotten myself into.  Maybe I should
call a friend or a taxi to pick me up and take me back to the safety of my
apartment.

My head was still entertaining this thought as I found myself back at
Zach's car and getting in.  Obviously, something more than my head was in
charge of me in the situation.

"Great, man," Zach said as I handed him the big tub of popcorn.  "I've
really got the munchies."  He threw the blanket back over us.

I didn't know what was supposed to happen at this point.  Was that it?  Did
Zach just like the power he felt in being able to make a faggot shoot off
in his pants simply from being in his presence?

I stared forward at the movie screen in the distance.  There was some kind
of car chase going on and I realized I didn't even know what movie was
playing.  I had been so absorbed by Zach's sexual energy I was oblivious to
everything else.

No longer stoned, I began to feel embarrassed at what had happened earlier.
My crotch was still wet from my effort to clean myself up and it was a
little uncomfortable.  I began hoping that Zach would decide we should
leave and he would take me back to my car so I could get home.

Zach, though, seemed perfectly happy drinking his beer and eating popcorn
from the tub on his lap.  Popcorn is not my favorite, but I would reach
over occasionally in an effort to act like there was nothing wrong.

About 15 minutes had passed when I reached over to get some more popcorn.
As my hand entered the bucket, Zach quickly grabbed my wrist.  For a
moment, I had the crazy thought he wanted to hold my hand.  He held my
wrist firmly with one hand as he used the other to place the popcorn tub on
the floor of the car.  Then he maneuvered my hand under the blanket.  He
very slowly ran my hand along his stomach.  I could feel his rock hard abs
under his shirt.  This intimate contact with the young stud made my head
swim with lust and I immediately felt high again.

Zach continued to push my hand down until my palm reached his jeans-covered
crotch.  There I felt his big, half-hard shaft and the mound of his nuts
through the material of his jeans.  The young stud gently held my hand
against his crotch.  I was too afraid to move a muscle.  I could feel his
prick begin to stiffen under my hand and my little dick responded by
getting completely hard again in my still-wet pants.

A moment later Zach pulled my hand away from his crotch a few inches.  I
thought maybe that was all that was going to happen.  He just wanted to
give me a thrill by letting me feel his big joint.  But then he reached
over with his other hand and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans.  Oh,
god, I thought, is he really going to take the fucking thing out of his
pants?

Then I heard him pull the zipper down on his jeans.  The sound almost made
my heart jump out of my throat.

To be continued. . . .