Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 15:39:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pigmstr
Subject: The Hijack part 1

The service station was almost empty as Frank Brown walked towards his
lorry, his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. He had been on the road
most of the day collecting alcohol to deliver it to his company's central
distribution hub down South, and he was knackered. He'd stopped off here to
get something to eat and a cup of coffee, enough of a caffeine kick to keep
him going till he could find somewhere safer to stop overnight, sleeping in
his cab. He'd read the newspapers and heard the radio reports of lorries
getting stolen from round here, so he figured he'd drive a few miles down
the road (as much as his tacho would allow) and then pull over for some
much needed kip.

Not that any fucker would try to pick on him though. An ex-rugby player, he
was six foot two and heavily built, though fifteen years on the road eating
fast food and fry-ups had fattened him up - mainly his ass and his big
belly, which stretched his shirt and hung over his belt. And he was tough
too, brought up by his Dad to be. No fucker would pick a fight with him.

He wondered if he should have bought a porno mag back in the shop,
something to look at later on whilst he had a wank. Fifteen years on the
road, and eight without a wife, made Frank a wanker in more ways than
one. Not that he cared anymore. He had a girl down near his house who he
could pop round and shag anytime he liked. But on the road... well, things
were different. He couldn't really try and pull someone in a petrol
station, could he?

Turns out though that he didn't have to. He had been in the toilets once
having a piss when this bloke had come in and stood next to him. Frank
didn't take any notice at first but then realised that the bloke wasn't
having a piss. He was looking at Frank's cock. Frank had wanted to deck the
fucker, especially when he said that he had "noticed him in the car park"
and that he "wanted to suck his dick". The bloke had blushed and said that
he'd made "a terrible mistake", exiting rather hurriedly, but whilst Frank
was putting his cock back in his boxers the bloke came back in, and said
"look, you don't have to do anything but sit there and enjoy it, that's
all..." Frank was initially disgusted by it, some queer wanting to give him
a blowjob, and then he thought about it. Beats having a wank, he thought.

So, he had taken the bloke back to his lorry, and whilst he looked through
his porn stash at the tits and fannies on offer, the queer had sucked him
off. And he had done a bloody good job of it too. Better than that girl
near home, he thought.

That had been a few years back. Now, Frank didn't go looking for them, but
they would usually find him, men of all ages, all wanting to give him a
suck. God knows why, he was 56, fat, grey and bald... still, these fuckers
must have found him attractive. Perverts ! Frank had rules though - no
touching and no funny stuff, and he was definitely not gonna do it to
them. As long as nobody found out, what harm was it doing?

He had this one fucker though, a chubby-faced bastard, who halfway through
sucking him, had tried to grab hold of Frank's ass - he wasn't bloody
having that ! So he smacked the bastard round the face. Fucking queers.

Anyway, he was feeling horny now as well as tired as he returned to his
lorry, but thought there might be a decent wank mag to look at. He pressed
the button on the key fob and the lights flashed to say that the doors were
unlocked.

He reached up to grab the door handle, and heard something behind him.

Something made a zapping, crackling noise, and suddenly he felt a great
stinging pain in his arm... and then everything went black.

----

 "Hey, Dave, I think he's waking up" came a voice from the front of the cab
as Frank opened his eyes. Frank blinked a couple of times and then wondered
why his lorry looked different to how he remembered it.

"Is he?" came a voice from the driver of the lorry. "About bloody time, I
didn't realise that stun gun was meant to knock people out for that
long. Maybe we had the setting too high."

Frank tried to speak but he realised his mouth was taped shut. He tried to
get up from where he was laying but his wrists were bound behind his back,
his ankles too, and they were bent up and secured to his wrists. He was
hogtied in the back of this cab... which he now realised wasn't his.

"You alright there, Franky boy?" came the first voice again. The man
speaking turned to face Frank.

"Mmmmppphh !"

"You just lie there and relax, get some sleep maybe..."

Frank looked at the man, who was chubby, maybe in his 40's, with a chubby
face. Something about that face...

The man turned to the driver, Dave, who was older, maybe about Frank's
age. And much bigger in build than Frank. "He's put some weight on since I
saw him, but it's definitely the same one."

Dave turned and looked over his shoulder at the lorry driver lying bound
and gagged in the back of their cab. "No fucker is gonna smack my Boy. He's
gonna learn some respect." He turned to look at the younger man. Frank
thought this was a bit weird.

"MMmmmmmppphhh..."

"Shut the fuck up." cried Dave, taking a drag on his cigar.

"Yeah, Frank, shut up." said the younger man, "we've decided to steal your
load, so we've put it on another lorry and will go and deliver it to some
other friends of ours..."

"Mmmmpppphhh"

"Got rid of your truck though, set that fucker on fire in a field. You were
out cold whilst we changed the cab and side panels of your truck."

So that was it, thought Frank, they've hijacked the lorry, stolen the load
and will no doubt be taking him somewhere to dump him off... probably after
a good kicking. He wished he could get his hands free. He struggled with
his bonds.

"I do like these truck driver's who wear uniforms," said Dave towards the
younger man. "Especially on the fat ones, they look really good."

Frank stopped struggling. He realised that he knew the younger man. The one
he had smacked in the face. The queer.

Oh God. He was helpless in the back of a lorry with some queer and his
Dad... no, he called him Dave... but Dave called him 'my Boy'... what the
fuck was going on?

"He's got a nice fat ass, ain't he Pete?" said Dave, glancing back at
Frank. "Really, nice... looks nice in those tight uniform trousers."

"Mmmmpppphhh !"

"If it hadn't have been you, Franky boy," said Pete, "then we would have
just left the driver tied up somewhere... maybe copped a feel but nothing
else. But as it's you... we decided to bring you with us for a bit."

"To keep us company..." said Dave, taking another drag on his cigar.

"Mmmmpppphhhh !" said Frank.

----

Frank didn't know what time it was when the truck finally stopped. He
thought he had maybe fallen asleep during the journey. He couldn't do
anything else apart from worry about what was going to happen later on. It
was pitch black as Dave switched the lights of the truck off, so God knows
where they were.

Pete drew the curtains on the cab as Dave flicked on the interior light and
undid his seatbelt.

"Get in the back and take the tape off his mouth, Boy." he said to Pete.

"Yes Sir." said the younger man, climbing up from his seat to the raised
padded bedding area behind. He reached forward and yanked the tape from
Frank's mouth.

"Oww !" cried Frank. "What the fuck? Get me out of here, you fucking pervs
!" he began to struggle again.

"Shut the fuck up, or the tape will go back on." said Dave, who had
swivelled his seat round slightly. Frank couldn't help but notice the large
bulge at the crotch of Dave's jeans. "Bring him here, Pete."

"Fuck off !" shouted Frank as Pete undid the rope tying his ankles to his
wrists. Pete punched him in the side.

"Dave told you to shut up, so shut up, fatboy." He rolled him onto his side
to make it easier to manouvre him. "Here," said Pete, pointing at Frank's
crotch, "Looks like he's got the beginnings of a boner !"

"I knew he would, his type always do." said Dave, opening his legs slightly
and patting his big thighs. "Lay him over here so I can get a good feel of
his ass."

"Leave me alone !" said Frank, now terrified, "Just dump me here, I won't
tell anyone, don't fucking do anything funny..."

The two men ignored him. Pete dragged Frank over to Dave, who positioned
him over his lap till his erection was rubbing against Frank's
belly. Frank's was rubbing against Dave's thigh.

Dave put his left hand on Frank's back, holding him down, and his right
hand on Frank's ass. Frank began to wriggle.

"Oh yeah," said Dave, as he explored the lorry driver's exposed rump,
squeezing and kneading his buttocks.

"Stop it, Dave, please... !" pleaded Frank, "I'm not that way !"

SLAP !

Dave smacked Frank on his ass, hard.

"Owww !"

"I told you to shut up, so shut up."

SLAP !

"Owww !"

SLAP !

"I'll whack your ass every time you utter a sound, you fat cunt."

SLAP !

Frank bit his lip. The indignity of it, being spanked by some big fat homo
!

"That's better," said Dave, his hand reverting back to squeezing and
pinching Frank's ass. "And you will call me Master Dave from now on, or I
will take my belt to your ass. Understood ?"

Frank didn't say anything.

SLAP !

"Fuck !, Yes, I'll do that, just stop doing that !"

SLAP !

"I won't fucking warn you again Boy, call me Master or you'll get the
belt." Dave's tone was calm but firm. "Now, have you got it in your thick
head?"

"Yes... yes Master Dave." Frank blushed as he said the words, humiliated at
the thought of being spanked like some naughty schoolboy. And why did he
have a stiff cock?

"Good, good Boy," Dave put his hand back on Frank's ass, continuing to
squeeze and grope the bound man's chubby buttocks. "And what will you call
Pete then?"

Frank mumbled the words. "Master Pete, I will call him Master Pete..."

"Good Boy. Now, Pete is gonna do some driving for a bit, whilst you and me
are gonna get better acquainted. Pete, help me get him in the back will
you?"

"Yes Sir." came the reply from the younger man. Frank wondered why he was
addressing Dave as 'Sir', as the two men pulled Frank off Dave's lap and
into the sleeping area of the cab. He thought best not to ask. He tried to
get his wrists free from the ropes.

Pete manoeuvred Frank onto his side so he was facing the front of the cab,
then stood to one side as Dave stood up. Frank gulped as he saw Dave climb
into the back. A huge bear of a man, he was probably two inches taller than
him and outweighed him by a good few pounds. And Frank was a big man.

Pete climbed into the vacant driver's seat and put on his seatbelt after
Dave switched off the interior lights and opened the curtains.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Boy. I want to see whether Frank is gonna be
good company or not."

"Yes Sir."

Pete started up the engine, switched on the lights and set off, as Dave
climbed in behind Frank.

He shifted position to get himself in a spoon position behind the helpless
bound lorry driver. Frank began to struggle as Dave put his right arm
around his neck and his left over Frank's left side, reaching down to grab
Frank's crotch like a vice. Frank gasped as Dave squeezed, pulling him
towards him. Frank felt Dave's legs against the back of his. He felt Dave's
belly against his bound wrists.

He could feel the mound of Dave's erection against his ass.

"Yeah, that's right, bitch, better get used to that." said Dave, as with
his right hand he reached into Frank's open shirt collar and grabbed at his
chest.

"Please....please Master Dave..." he pleaded.

"I like it when you beg..." came the merciless reply. Dave wiggled his hips
to grind his erection against Frank's backside.

"Please... no...Master Dave please stop..."

Frank could hear Pete laughing in the driver's seat.

"Lucky bastard !" he said with a smirk.

TO BE CONTINUED