Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 13:58:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pigmstr
Subject: The Hijack part sixteen

CONTINUED FROM PART FIFTEEN

Frank was rudely awakened by the sounds of hot rampant sex coming from the
direction of the bed. He craned his neck to try and look up, though he knew
very well who was having the sex, and from the sounds of grunting, cries
and squealing, he knew that Pete was getting roughly fucked - or in this
case, most likely, raped - by Dave.

At least it's not me, he thought, thankfully. Frank's ass stung on the
outside and stung on the inside as a reminder of that night's events,
thrashed and fucked red raw by the guy doing the same to poor old Pete.
Serves the fat bastard right.

Frank lay there for some time, listening to the sounds of the two men who
were keeping him captive as their sex prisoner. For some strange reason,
the sounds of the two men fucking was making him feel kinda horny. His
cock, which had finally softened somewhat, began to stiffen up underneath
him, though thankfully that bloody device strapped around his cock and
balls had stopped working, it's batteries having died some hours ago. And
having cum earlier on had helped too, though being forced to lick up his
own spunk by Pete after having taken his piss had left a nasty taste in his
mouth.

The noises got louder and louder as Dave did God knows what to his partner
on the bed.

Serves the bastard right, thought Frank with a smirk.

----

After a not inconsiderable length of time, and a lot of loud grunting, and
a louder roar as Dave shot his load, Frank heard the two men get off the
bed. He turned to see what was happening just as he felt Dave's large,
rough hands grab him by the hips and roughly roll him onto his back. Frank
winced as his sore backside made contact with the rubber mat.

"Thought we'd forgotten you, Boy, did ya ?" asked Dave, who was leering
down at his prisoner. He sat on Frank's belly, pinning him down to the
floor with his weight. Frank's cock twitched as Dave rubbed his chest and
gently played with his nipples.

Pete moved behind Frank's head, then moved forward till he was standing
above him, facing Dave. He was holding his asscheeks as he began to squat
above Frank's face, pulling them apart. Frank could see the reddened
buttocks from where Pete had been spanked. He did wonder how he had slept
through that, but that thought was pushed from his mind as he saw Pete's
tight pucker open and Dave's sticky spunk began to slowly ooze out.

"Got some breakfast for you, Boy, freshly squeezed cock juice... fresh from
Pete's ass..."

Frank gulped in horror and shook his head.

"No fucking way !"

Dave's smile turned to a grimace, and his fingers went from gently rubbing
Frank's nipples to pinching them. Hard.

"Do you want me to use the taser, Boy ? Get that fucking tongue out and eat
my load !" demanded Dave, as Pete lowered himself onto the helpless lorry
driver's face, his asshole just above Frank's mouth.

"Eat it, Boy." came the order, from Pete this time.  Frank had no
choice. He stuck out his tongue and licked at Pete's freshly-fucked ass,
the taste of his musk mixing with the taste of Dave's still warm load. Dave
had now released his fingers from his nipples and was rubbing Pete's cock
with his left hand whilst he began to wank Frank's cock with the right.

Frank felt disgusted, humiliated, being forced to eat Dave's load out of
Pete's asshole. The thought turned his stomach, yet Dave's rough, strong
hand pumping his cock somehow made it more... palatable. He had no
choice... but somehow... he kind of liked it that way...

God, that hand felt good on his cock... rubbing it up and down...

Frank could feel his balls begin to tighten. He knew that this was turning
him on, being used and abused, but he didn't want these two to know it. But
he couldn't help moaning as Dave's hand rubbed and squeezed at his prick,
which was hard as stone... to silence his moans of pleasure, he buried his
face deep into Pete's asscrack, which only served to increase Pete's
pleasure as Frank's bushy moustache tickled his ass.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch." moaned Pete, grinding his backside against the
face of the helpless lorry driver beneath him.

Frank's ballsac was really tight now, his cum almost bursting to be
released. Dave noticed this and released the grip on Pete's cock, grabbing
and tugging on Frank's bollocks as his hand increased the ferocity of the
strokes up and down his throbbing hot shaft.

It was all it took to send Frank over the edge. From somewhere beneath
Pete's buttocks, Frank screamed as his cock erupted and spewed white hot
fluid up over his belly and Dave's fingers.

"Yeah, that's it, Boy, cum for me, show me how much you love eating ass..."
whispered Dave, smirking.

After Frank had finished cumming over himself, Pete climbed off his face
and rubbed his ass all over the spunk on his belly, then resumed the
rimming position so that Frank could lick his own load from Pete's chubby
buttocks. Pete, meanwhile, licked Dave's fingers clean. Dave watched as
Frank licked up every drop of clammy sperm from the younger man's rump
whilst he removed the vibrating device and put the plastic cock cage back
on Frank's cock, locking it in place.

Frank was preoccupied licking his spunk from Pete's ass, but knew that his
next orgasm would only be allowed when Dave said so. That thought would
have made him hard, but for that damn cock cage...

----

Frank was released from the legcuff shortly afterwards and told to get to
his knees, then was ordered by Pete to eat Dave's ass, which thankfully was
cum-free but was very sweaty, and very musky. Pete held his head in place
against the big hairy asscrack of the older Master, as Frank licked and
sucked at the dark pink pucker trapped within, making Dave groan and
grunt. At one point, Dave farted, the smell making Frank want to throw up,
yet he was not allowed to stop what he was doing. He coughed and spluttered
as the foul smell filled his nostrils... yet he knew that his cock was
straining to get hard.

Jesus Christ, what was going on with him, he thought. What was he turning
into, some sort of faggot ?

He had to perform one more task before he was allowed to have a shower and
clean himself up - Dave and Pete had two full bladders that needed
emptying. The taste of early morning piss was foul but it did cover up the
tastes of ass and spunk and sweat that stuck to his tongue like glue...

----

 As Frank exited the shower, his laundered clothes lay on the bed in front
of him. Pete took photos as he dressed back up in his uniform. Frank
couldn't help but blush as he pulled on his underwear, or rather the
underwear that Dave had supplied for him.

Frank was now wearing a pair of tight black rubber trunks, that covered him
at the front, but at the back had no material at all, leaving his naked
buttocks and asscrack framed in an round oval. Dave said it was 'for ease
of access, just in case I want to shove something up there...'

Frank knew very well what that something was.

----

Dave had paid his friend for the use of the room, and then the three men
got back into the lorry cab, taking a short journey to a cafe where Dave
treated them all to a big fry-up breakfast. Frank was ravenous and wolfed
down his dinner, glad to be eating something that wasn't an ass or a
cock. Dave had left for a short while to make a phone call, and when he
came back, he placed a glass filled with yellow liquid on the table in
front of Frank.

Frank looked over at him, puzzled.

"Um... what's this, Master Dave ?" he asked, blushing as he did so. It was
embarrassing to call him that in public, yet Dave didn't seem to mind.

"Drink it..." came the reply.

Frank nervously took hold of the glass, which was slightly warm. He raised
it up to his lips, and a familiar smell assaulted his nostrils.

Oh dear God, please...

"Got it out of the urinal, there was one that was blocked... who knows how
many blokes have contributed to it... drink it up, Boy... all of it..." The
look on Dave's face showed that he wasn't messing about.

"Yeah, Boy, don't let us down..." chimed Pete, smiling.

Frank looked around the cafe, trying to see if anyone was watching. He knew
what the penalty was if he didn't do what was asked of him. He was dreading
what the contents of the glass would taste like.

He looked down once more and saw a pubic hair floating in the liquid.

"Master..." he began.

"Drink it or I'll stick your head in the urinal and make you drink that
instead." threatened Dave menacingly.

Frank closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and poured the foul liquid into
his mouth, draining the glass. The acrid bitter taste filled his mouth and
made him cough, but he swallowed all the liquid and placed the glass back
down on the table. As he did so, he noticed that the pubic hair was
gone... and then it began to tickle his throat. Frank blushed as Dave
patted him on the back.

"Well done, Boy, you did me proud." said Dave loudly.

"Thank you, Master Dave..." Frank replied without thinking, then blushed
again.

Frank wondered what the hell was happening to him...

TO BE CONTINUED