Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 17:30:51 -0700 From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com> Subject: Picked Up a Hitcher 18 Picked Up a Hitcher 18 Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a Variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. Author's note: Story ideas and suggestions welcome. I love to hear from men who read my stories. I live in Memphis. I try to add local flavor to the stories. I would especially love to hear from readers in the Memphis Area. I felt pretty good when I left my job interview. After the final meeting with the personnel manager, I was sure they would make an offer. I would have to accept the offer too. Masters Mark and Morgan wanted a brown-noser and slave at work for their pleasure and amusement. Even though the sex would be forced and humiliating, I knew I would love it. The more I thought about it, I was even looking forward to being a cum dump for the skinny young office intern. My good mood crashed when I got home and saw my wife's empty closets. While I was interviewing, she was packing up and leaving me. Guess that explains all those late nights "comforting a friend" and "girl's nights out". Her note just said she had found someone and wanted a simple 50/50 divorce. That was real big of her since she was the one leaving me because she was fucking someone else. I had been forced to be a slut at least and kept it private. I'm sure all of our friends knew she was making me look like a fool, but in TN, divorce laws work for the women. I would be lucky to lose only half my shit. Even though it had not been great for a while, it still hurt to see the empty drawers and closets where her things used to be. I texted Mark to see if he would have a drink with me. I did not want to be alone and I was too embarrassed to call anyone else. He could not come over so I drank by myself till about 10:00. I was ready to call it a night when I got a text from the mystery man. He at least wanted me for something. He wanted me for more bondage games. Texts "How's your pussy feel boy. You get fucked today?" "It hurts. Nothing went in my hole today" "Hurts good huh? That hole should be tight again now. Time to play. Go to the golf course at Overton Park. Go to the T-box back by the trails. Strip and put your mask on. You have 15 minutes" I thought about ignoring him. Just let him out me with that video on Xtube if he wanted. Let the world see my face and hole covered in anonymous jizz, but I still had a lot to lose and did what I was told instead. OT Park is a short walk from my house. The trails are notorious for cruising, but I have never been there at night. Still I knew exactly what T-box to go to. There is only one deep in the woods near the cruising trails. The police bust men for indecent exposure in the park every few months. It always makes the local news. I imagine there are other illegal things happening on the wooded trails at night too. This was dangerous and dumb. From what he wrote, I was sure he planned punish my sore hole again tonight. I did not see anyone when I got to the T-box, but anyone could be hiding and looking from the woods. This part of the golf course is hidden from the street by old growth forest. Hidden from the main parking areas too. It was overcast and the area was almost completely dark except for the T-box which had a security street light. No one is supposed to be on the trails of golf course after dark, but horny men use the trails anyway. I hesitated. I wanted to back out and run home. But something made me submit and strip despite my fear and common sense. It was even more frightening when I put on the black-out mask. Every sound seemed dangerous once I could not see. I waited about 5 minutes naked under the security light before I heard someone walking toward me on the paved cart path. "Assume the position boy. You know which hole I'm interested in. Put your hands behind your back." He did not say anything while he put metal cuffs on my wrists and a rope around my neck. My cuffed wrists were pulled up tight and it felt like he was trying to pop my arms out of the shoulder sockets. I had to go up on the balls of my feet to take the pressure off my arms. He tied my bound writs to the top off the ball washing post so I was bent over with my hole exposed and helpless. He wasn't done. He pulled the rope around my neck tight and tied it off to a T-marker ball. My body was bent and stretch between the T-maker and the ball washer post, so both my holes were at crotch height and any attempt to move either choked me are caused sharp pain in my shoulders. I thought I was going to panic and loose it. This Man's idea of play was pain. I begged him to let me go. I begged to just suck his cock again because my pussy was so bruised and painful. Promised to be a good faggot if he would just untie me and let me get on my knees and suck. Anything but torture my hole. He did not tell me to shut up so I just kept begging him for mercy. "Fuck I love hearing a faggot beg to suck my meat. I think you really mean everything you said and this is not some pussy-boi roll playing. Fucking sweet. Fuck yea your pussy hurts. That's what I want. I planned for it to hurt real good tonight when you feel my cock in your cunt for the 1st time. It is going to hurt like hell. Probably worse than when your cherry was busted, but I'm taking you out of chastity, so your hard cock can prove you fucking want me inside you. Every time a vein on my cock throbs, you'll feel it and ache. Your tight cunt will feel so tight and good on my cock and my cock will feel like a red hot poker in your cunt. I'm going to teach you to love and crave the pain I give you." I begged him even more to untie be after hearing this. I was scared shitless and I think he enjoyed my panic. I had to shut up when is hard cock head was pushed into my open mouth. The head was slick with precum and I loved the taste and smell even in this situation. A long hot Memphis day makes a Man's crotch smell like testosterone, ball sweat, and precum. I sucked and licked his cock head like the cum whore I was hoping he would still have mercy on my hole. "You want me to cum in your face? I know you do. But that would make it worse for you. It'd just make me last longer when I fuck you. I'm going to fuck you tonight. You're going to love it even if you do not know it yet. Get the whole shaft wet. Spit lube is all you will get, so get my meat rock hard and slick." He fucked my face hard. My eyes were watering and drool was running down my chin like a guy in a "Choke the Fag" video. My mouth did not stay empty when he stopped fucking me. My dirty smelly sock and duct tape made a gross but effective gage. He obviously expected me to scream. He hocked up a spit wad on my hole before he raped it in one fast brutal motion. Oh yea I screamed into my gage. I wanted to pass out but couldn't. I felt his back pressed against mine and felt every millimeter of his manhood in my aching boi-cunt. I could smell beer on his hot breath when is whispered into my ear "I'm all in you now. Your hole feels so good. Going to just stay still in you and we'll enjoy this for a minute or two. Squeeze my meat with your pussy. The belter you make my dick feel, the longer I'll keep my best friend still and buried all the way in you. You're sweating like a whore in church and panting like a dog in heat" He bit my ear lobe hard which added a new pain sensation for my brain. When he began to milk my cock and it responded by going blue steel hard, my brain was overloaded like I was high. He pleasured my cock with one hand and tortured my right tit with the other hand. I never experimented with coke, but I imagine it would be something like what I felt. My breathing was fast and shallow and by blood was racing. The pain in my hole was still almost off the chart but my cock felt on fire with pleasure. The mixture of pain and pleasure from my tits cannot be easily described. "Your cunt has been talking to my dick. It says you want to get fucked now." I screamed again as he slowly withdrew his cock all the way from me and then very slowly pushed it back in till his balls ground against my bruised hole. His hands never stopped moving over my body. My bruised cunt lips never stopped hurting, but I would be lying if I said the fucking he gave me did not start to feel good too. I could tell he was enjoying my hole and was excited too. He was close to cumming and so was I when he buried his cock all the way and stopped. After the duct tape was pulled off my face and my sock spit out, he asked "Still want me to pull out? I will now, but if I do, I won't let you cum. It is OK either way. I can breed you and fuck the cum out of you or I can pull out of you and put your chastity cage back on your cock and balls. So tell me what you want bitch. Tell me exactly what you want and make me believe it. You get one chance right now." "Please don't stop fucking me!!! It hurts. It fucking hurts bad, but don't stop. Fuck I feel so full and the pleasure from my cock has spread to my balls and to my pussy too. It feels so good all the way up to my tits. Please work my tits hard when you fuck me. I can feel the nerves from my tits to slit and it fucking hurts so good. Please SIR, don't leave me like this. Breed me. I want to feel you load pumped into me when I cum." "What did you say faggot?" What does my cock do to your pussy hole?" "Makes it hurt so fucking good!!!" That must have been the right answer. He slowly started long dicking me while he ran his thumb over my slick wet piss stilt. I never imagined so little movement and contact with my cock could pleasure me so much. The pleasure radiated from my cock head and I was milking his cock with my sore cunt muscles. He was making this last. I was naked and tied up in a public park at night, but all I cared about was the cock in my ass and cumming. He could disappear into the dark woods if anyone saw us, but I would be unable to move and at the mercy of who ever found me tied up like an animal to fuck or worse. But I did not care about that right then. He paused one more time to cool off and hear me beg for his cock. I did not know his name. I had never seen his face. Hell, I had never even seen his body, but knew what it felt like pressed against mine. But I still had to have his load in me and begged for it like a whore. I kept begging when he decided to take himself and me over the edge. I do not think I made much sense. Probably sounded more like an animal as I took his hard pounding and tit abuse. As his cock went steel hard and the head flared even more, he touched my cock and I shot my load. So much cum it was almost like pissing pure pleasure. My spasming tight hole drained his balls and he growled his full satisfaction into my ear. When my orgasm stopped, I remembered where I was at, and the noose around my neck and cuffs on my wrists scared me again. I just wanted to get loose and get gone before anything really bad happed to me. I had a couple more jobs to do before he would think about untying me. The excitement was gone and my hole just plain hurt rather than hurt good when he pulled out. "You are a good boy, so you get to taste my cum. I always shoot big thick sticky loads, so there is lots for you to lick off my cock." He was right, there were wads to sticky cum on his cock and I licked off every one and swallowed. I wanted his cum in my belly too. "Some dripped out of your hole on my balls. Clean them too. You have more cum in your cunt than you can hold. You're my ball washer now. You did a nice job cleaning my club too. We know you love helping a man with his favorite wood. So maybe you should caddie for me and my friends the next time we play golf. You've got that wonderful secret sleeve for holding my lucky golf balls. Think we should try that out now? Sure you do. I opened you up good, so these should slip in easy. Just relax that hole." I was afraid to relax my hole. For some reason I did not want him to see his load gush out of me, so I kept my lips tight. That did not keep him from cramming three golf balls up my cum filled hole, but did make it more painful. "This has been fun, but time for me to go. I've got one more little game for you to play though. It is sort of like the game you played last night at the gym. I'm going to cut you loose from the ball washing post and leave the hand cuff key where you and reach it. All you have to do is find it and you can be home free in no time. You will be on your knees with the collar and leash still on your neck. To make it interesting, I've put the key at the bottom of a bucket of golf balls. You have to move the balls out of the way to reach the key while your hands are cuffed behind your back. The way you suck balls, this should be no problem for you. Ho yea, one more thing, I invited some of my buddies to come by. I told them you might hang around if you need to get fucked more, if you need more cock and cum in your twat tonight. They will be high and horny. If you are still here when they show up, nothing you say or do will stop them from raping your ass as many times as the want. Good luck Chris. You have about 5 minutes before the Men who want to rape you arrive." This was fucking too much. It seemed an impossible task, but I went at it like a mad man. I used my lips and suction to pick up one ball after another from the bucket and drop it to the ground. I'd jacked off to gang bang porn before, but thinking I was about to get gang raped in OT Park scared the hell out of me. I had moved about three inches of balls from the bucket when I heard footsteps coming my way. I was naked, defenseless, bound, and about to get the fucking of my life.