exhibiting obedience – Mansploitation

Reacharound From a Parole Officer

Adam’s on parole, which mean he has to do anything Mr. Gerald says. When Mr. Gerald comes home drunk and angry about his divorce, he’s ready to put that to the test, demanding Adam bend over and take it whether he wants it or not! Can Adam stay on the straight and narrow path of parole compliance?

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Adam yawned as he filled a glass of water. He was the only person still awake in the house, and he was about to go to bed. He wore only a pair of boxers, slippers and the ankle-monitor he wasn’t able to remove.
He liked the halfway house at night. During the day it was full of his five parole-mates, none of whom were friendly or even slightly likable. But now the house was quiet and inky dark, silent except for the distant snoring of one of the five other guys.
Then, headlights filled the living room with light. Someone pulled into the driveway. No one was normally here at night — aside from Adam and the other parolees.
I wonder if someone’s in trouble. It looked like Mr. Gerald’s truck. He was the chief parole officer in charge of this house. He was stern but fair, and Adam rather liked him even if he was also intimidated by him. That’s because Adam was a slim white man and Mr. Gerald was a six and a half-foot tall powerhouse black man, who was a boxing coach for at-risk youth in his spare time.
He came in a minute later, looking more disheveled than Adam had ever seen him. He always had a thick, bristly mustache, but that was usually his only facial hair. It looked like he hadn’t shaved today though, so now he had a layer of scruff over his chin. He wore a button-down shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest and a few tufts of hair sticking out from underneath his sleeveless shirt.
He smelled of liquor, and Adam was scared. Mr. Gerald was always so in-control. Adam wished he had gone to his room and pretended to be asleep, but it was too late now.
He belched loudly. He came into the kitchen. “How yu dooooin’, Adam?” He was definitely drunk.
“Okay…” Adam gulped. “Are you alright?”
Mr. Gerald stared sullenly into Adam’s eyes. “Mah wife leff me.”
“Oh. Sorry… uh… to hear that.”
Mr. Gerald sighed and shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt. “We been sssheparated.” He had a broad chest, muscles rippling beneath his tee shirt. “You’s a good boy, Adam. Yu should… yu gotshta know I don’t act like thissh normuhly. Yu don’t… Don’t, y’know… Chussssht chill out, okay?”
Adam couldn’t tell if Mr. Gerald was really making no sense, or if Adam was the confused one. He mumbled but no words came out. Mr. Gerald was so big, and he smelled like cigarettes and liquor and sweat. He smelled like a strip club, not a nice one either.
“Sssh…” His shushing was moist because he was drunk, and the sound made his mustache vibrate. The drunk-sweat on his temple glistened in the dim light of the kitchen. Mr. Gerald placed one heavy hand on Adam’s shoulder. He pushed down firmly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that Adam had to work to stay standing. “Shush, boy, yu ssssho good…”
“What? What are you doing?”
“Shush. Don’t sshay nuffin’. I need yu to do me a favor, sson,” Mr. Gerald said. He stopped to belch. For a moment it looked like the belch was going to trigger him to vomit, but then he didn’t. “Go’n now. Don’t be diff’cult. Yu wooon’t git in no kinda troubble, I sshwear.”
Adam found himself sinking to his knees even though he still didn’t want to. Mr. Gerald clucked his tongue. He looked down at Adam kneeling before him, and Adam looked down at the floor like he was being judged. Adam just prayed he didn’t end up in prison. Adam spent three days in prison before being released on parole — he was sentenced to three months, but he had some time in local jail before he pleaded guilty, and they let him out early to save on costs. So he only did three days and never even went into gen-pop. He stayed in the new-prisoners area his first night, then they transferred him to the imminent-release cell block.
And now here he was, quaking as he prayed Mr. Gerald would just tell him what to do. He looked up at his parole officer, who let out a moan — of desire? pain? it was hard to tell — and, without another word, he undid the fly of his slacks.
A massive black cock flopped out. Adam gulped. He closed his eyes as Mr. Gerald’s fingers massaged his lips. He smelled those fingers, which reeked of liquor and lime wedges, and behind that, an odor of dick and the unclean-sweat smell of Mr. Gerald’s balls, and Adam cringed.
“Oaaah, yu got nisshe lipssss…” Mr. Gerald murmured softly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. It was cherry-scented. “Here,” Mr. Gerald said. “Put summa thissh on.”
Adam did so. He tried not to cry, not to make any noise. He didn’t want to wake anyone else up. He didn’t want the others to see his shame. He wondered if he was targeted because he was white or just because he was the first person Mr. Gerald had seen. Adam wished he had gotten a glass of water ten minutes ago instead.
Now the kitchen stank of artificial cherry scent, or at least Adam’s lips did. That was all Adam could smell now. Mr. Gerald moaned once more, even though, once again, nothing had happened to cause it. He pried Adam’s lips apart.
“Shuuusssh, don’t make no noisshe, boy, ooooh yu sho nice, yu ssho good to me… I love ya boy, I do…” Mr. Gerald slipped his dick in, and clucked his lips when Adam gagged violently. His spongy-soft dick filled Adam’s mouth. “Aw, shuuuuush, don’t be like that. Yu playin’, huh? You playin’ wit’ch me like yu don’t like it?” He fed more in, despite Adam’s clenching throat. “Loosen up, guuul, show me you love it like-” Mr. Gerald’s voice broke and he grunted.
The taste of stale, rapidly-firming dickmeat filled Adam’s senses. He could tell that Mr. Gerald’s cock had been hard until recently, maybe multiple times — Adam didn’t know if it was possible to tell that, but he felt sure the flavor on his tongue was that of a blueballed cock. Mr. Gerald rammed it limply at his mouth, and it roped out over his face as it got firmer and firmer with each thrust. Adam gagged each time.
He grabbed ahold of Adam’s head. Adam felt an explosion of liquid in his mouth, and he assumed it was Mr. Gerald cumming, but it was actually just precum and Adam’s own gagged-up eruption of saliva. Mr. Gerald’s dick tasted like old-man musk and sweat, and even cigarette smoke though he didn’t smoke. Adam choked and erupted in a violent retch, but even then Mr. Gerald held onto his head, so he couldn’t spit that cock out.
“Hmm, you orgazzzshmin’ in ya throat, guuuul, I hear that, you makin’ noissshe!” Mr. Gerald said, his voice low and murmurant. “Ssssh though, don’t wake thossshe other niggasz up or they gonna join in.”
Mr. Gerald’s callused fingers touched Adam’s cheeks, and he moaned yet again. He applied more of the cherry-scented lip gloss, smearing it over Adam’s lips and face. It smelled so good. It reminded Mr. Gerald of his wife.
Ex-wife.
“Here, I’m-a let ya breave, sshllurp it up, sszhlurp it up, baby, I love yu, shay it-” He withdrew his dick and looked crossly as Adam heaved for air and tried to pull away. Adam crawled a few feet towards the door before Mr. Gerald stopped him. “Where yu goin’? I thought yu loved me, baaaaby, come on. Shlurp it up, yu know how I likes it-“
“Please, stop, stop, stop, sir, Mr. Gerald, I’m not your wife!” Adam said as loudly as he could — which wasn’t very loud because he couldn’t catch his breath. He hoped somebody else would wake up. Even if the other parolees in the house didn’t stop Mr. Gerald, at least they would witness what was happening. This had to be against the Pillars of Respect, which Adam had watched a video about when he moved into Mr. Gerald’s parole house.
Mr. Gerald stopped and slapped Adam. “I know. We role-plaaayin’, man, c’mon.” His dick dribbled precum onto the kitchen floor. “Yu ain’t v’ry good at ssshwallowin’ dick.”
“I’ve never done it before!”
Mr. Gerald looked away. An awkward pause filled the air. Then Adam realized he was looking at Adam’s ass. Mr. Gerald reached out and grabbed it. He let out a growl. “I’m-a get a little unchristian on ya now, boy. Chill out and don’t make a buncha noise, okay?”
“Man, what-?”
Mr. Gerald clamped one hand over Adam’s mouth. “Hey, shush, shshshush, okay? Don’t wurry, it won’t be bad. I’ll be ssho gentle, it won’t be like it is in the moviez, okay? I know how to make it nishe. Kneel fohwuhd-” Adam tried to squirm but Mr. Gerald was heavy and big and just forced him to lean forward, on all fours with his ass in the air. “There yu go, yu got it-“
“Quit it! Get off me-!”
Mr. Gerald took off his shirt and pushed it into Adam’s mouth. “Bite on dat.” He grabbed Adam’s hands and wrenched them behind his back. “Don’t make me get muh handcuffs, whiteboi. I be crosssh wit’cha.” Adam kept squirming, and Mr. Gerald had trouble getting his dick in his ass. He couldn’t force the sweat-soaked tee shirt into Adam’s mouth while also holding his hands behind his back.
He got up. Adam thought he might be free. But he was dizzy and by the time he almost got to his knees, Mr. Gerald was back there again. He wrenched Adam’s hands back again and slapped him in handcuffs. “There, don’t wurrrrry, sshush-” He shoved his shirt in Adam’s mouth deep enough it was difficult to remove, especially since he jammed Adam face-first onto the grimy linoleum floor of the kitchen. With his hands behind his back, Adam was on his knees, head on the floor, ass high in the air.
Mr. Gerald got up, whistling. “Damn, you look good all trussssshed up there. Don’t worry, Adam, I know yu sshcared. Yu don’t gotta be, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha, I know yu ain’t muh wife. I can make it feel real good. It won’t hurt a bit, I swear.” He had a tube of lube, which he showed to Adam. “Shee, look? This isssh like medical grade lube. I can sshlide a fucking Toyota in your asssh and you wouldn’t feel it.”
Adam screamed into the shirt. Mr. Gerald pulled down Adam’s underwear, then his finger smeared cold lube on his asshole. It was freezing and slimy, and he did it in an extremely unaffectionate way, just sort of rubbing it in like it was sandpaper. His fingertip was callused and painful.
“Wink at me, nigga. I know it’ssh cold- Here, wait.” He slipped the tube under his armpit for a minute, while he rubbed the rim of Adam’s ass. “Don’t shquirm too much. Quit freakin’ out, man, it ain’t a big deal. Take it like a ma’, this is part of bein’ a parolee in the shystem. I’m-a talk to yu like muh wife when we get started, don’t worry, I know yu ain’t her. I just ain’t fuck no other woman — I mean — yeah, I fucked other women, I was always fuckin’ ’round on her, I’m just… I mean I ain’t really feel like fuckin’ other women, ya feel me? I ain’t feel like it-” He slipped one finger in and Adam bit down hard. He writhed in agony. “I ain’t feel like it rilly count. Muh wife don’t see it that way. But ya know, if it’s just somethin’ dat happens, you know, not somethin’ yu doin’ — I ain’t seduce no kinda woman, nosir,” Mr. Gerald said. “I don’t seduce guuls. But you know, they like me, like yu — I know yu into me.” He squirted more of the now-warmed-up lube on Adam’s ass. He withdrew his finger and smiled at the tight hole, which he lubed up copiously. “See? This stuff is expensive too, I don’t wanna hurt’scha. Disssh ain’t bad, it jussst how it goe for whiteboys in muh house, and I know you been lookin’ at me.”
He slipped the tip of his dick in. The first inch or so did slide right in without any resistance because of the lube, which Mr. Gerald took to be confirmation of everything he had thought to be true. He chuckled. Massive pressure erupted in Adam’s ass, and he couldn’t make any noise because of the gag, but he did wiggle.
“Yep, there yu go, I feeeeel dat, you been wantin’ to get ssum nigga-meat, huh?” He pistoned his hips, and Adam’s whole body erupted in pain. He spasmed and gagged on the fabric in his mouth. Mr. Gerald saw all his little muscles flex at once. Adam’s toes curled and his hands clawed uselessly above his back. “Don’t wurry, I’m doin’ it right, okay? Yu gettin’ nigga-dicked the right way, sshwear to God.”
He grabbed ahold of Adam’s hair. It was just long enough he could grab and pull. He could tell Adam liked that because of the way it made him moan into his shirt. Or maybe groan in pain. He mighta been crying. Mr. Gerald don’t care. All he wanna do was feel the pleasure of his dickmeat invading a hole too tight for it.
That was perfect. A low rumbling moan of bliss came outta Mr. Gerald, who pushed his dick deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. Mr. Gerald knew ramming an intact ass was like ripping a band-aid off. It was better to just do it, quickly, all the way in, to break that asshole open in one motion. Then he could go slow and really enjoy it. So he drilled in, holding Adam in place with one hand. He undulated his hips, continually forcing more of his foot-long cock in.
“There yu go, almost all the way in. We won’t be dun yet, but yu be dun wit’ the beginnin’, sshon. Don’t wurry… Yu lovin’ it, righ’?”
Adam shook his head violently. His face was still jammed into the tee shirt crumpled up in his mouth, but he managed to say something that sounded like no.
“Hmmm… I hear dat,” Mr. Gerald said. “Yu take it sho good, baaaaby, hmm… I love yu sho much. Shay you love me too.”
Adam kept shaking his head violently — he figured that was the body language equivalent of shouting. He banged his own head against the kitchen counters. He bucked his hips but that just made the pain worse.
A howl, muffled by the cloth, escaped from Adam’s mouth sounding like a moan.
“Damn, you orgaszshmin’…” He chuckled. “Okay, I’m all the way in ya. You wanna shay shumm’in”? Don’t sshout. You know those niggaz gonna wanna come join in, and I won’t sshtop ’em. Once yu bin got bitshched out, they gonna bitshch yu out.” He paused. His dick was all the way in Adam, but he had lost his seductive vibe from earlier — he looked at his cock in Adam’s ass like he had no idea how it got there but intended to make the best of it. “I won’t move fo’ a sshecond, I’ll lisshten. You wanna shay to do it differently, I’ll do it, I’ll sshwitch positions, I ain’t hurtin’ ya,” Mr. Gerald said. He pulled Adam’s head up by the hair and took the shirt outta his mouth.
“You. Are. Hurting. Me.” Adam said, blushing.
“Nah, yu wuzsh into it, man,” Mr. Gerald said with a drunkenly lolling laugh. “I shshaw that, I could shee it in you. Why’d yu wink ya asshhole at me if yu ain’t like it.”
“It hurts! Please! Stop!”
“But if yu ain’t wanna do it, I be sho disappoint-” Mr. Gerald’s voice broke again. “Oh, shorry, I’m rammin’-” His hips pumped, he was so close to orgasm he couldn’t help but do it. He let out a loud moan, a moist crackling sound that made Adam gag.
Mr. Gerald’s whole heavy body slammed down on Adam, who flattened onto the kitchen floor. Mr. Gerald sucked on Adam’s ear. Adam wanted to shout, but he couldn’t concentrate or take a deep breath. Mr. Gerald’s entire dick was in his ass, his hips moving in little circles as he sucked the spit off Adam’s cheeks.
“Yu taake dick real good now, man, I sshwear, yu want shumm’in’ fo it? I bring yu ssum fry chicken or shumm’in’, shwear to God,” Mr. Gerald said, whispering right into Adam’s ear. “Danks, danks sho much, I rilly needed it. Shay yu love it, okay? Please? Say yu love it-“
Adam wanted to avoid a repeat of last time, so he just did it now. “I love you, I love it, I love your cock in my ass! Please just stop! I’ll say anything.”
“Hmmm… You taste sho sshweet, guul…” He sucked on Adam’s cheek — not kissing it, because he was both too drunk and too orgasmic to do that. He slurped his own spit and drool off it. “Thanks sho much fo’ givin’ up the booty, you got the nishest-“
“Sir, please-” Adam shuddered. He could feel Mr. Gerald’s dick through every corner of his body. This seemed to be taking a long time, or at least it felt like forever to Adam. Every time Mr. Gerald plowed into him, Adam thought he could feel a jet of cum filling him up as well. It was just precum though, and Mr. Gerald continued to ram Adam into the floor.
“Sssssssh…. I almoszt done-” Mr. Gerald gritted his teeth. He panted heavily as he slammed his dick into Adam’s ass and slammed Adam’s whole body onto the floor. “Jussht chill out-“
“It hurts-!”
“Sssssssh….” Mr. Gerald moaned, the sound making Adam’s hair stand on end. Cum flowed into Adam’s ass, a great, constant flow that filled Adam’s body. He could feel it sloshing around inside him, seeping into him.
Adam’s toes curled. This was all so moist, he thought with a gag as Mr. Gerald’s tongue slathered spit on his face, his hairy chest soaked Adam’s back in sweat and his ass filled up with a great torrent of sticky semen.
“Please, stop-“
“Ssssssh, almoszsht done, just nuttin’ now, yu done real good, sson-” Mr. Gerald cut himself off and grunted. He flexed his hips. Another jet of cum filled Adam’s ass. “Goddamn yu move nice, sson.” His voice broke. “Aaaaaah…. Shit yeah.”
His whole hairy body slammed down on Adam. His dick pulsated in Adam’s moist asshole. There was a loud squelching sound too, and Adam felt cum sliding down between his thighs.
“Hmmm… Yu okay?”
“It hurts!” Adam let out a little mewling moan and his whole body twitched. “Please-“
Mr. Gerald writhed and moved his limp dick around in Adam’s ass, reawakening all that agony. Mr. Gerald grunted and howled quietly, aiming it right into Adam’s ear. “Ah, shit, boy, yu moved and got me — uh, yuh — yu got me goin’.” He rocked his body back and forth, again causing a moist sound, that squelching that could only come a cum-caked asshole. Mr. Gerald loved that sound. He shook it again, making Adam twitch and yelp.
That squelching sound churned Adam’s stomach. How much cum had he shot? It felt like so much. It flowed in great gobs out of Adam’s ass, big white bubbles of snotty cum that burst and formed a puddle beneath him on the floor. “Let it marinate into ya… Shusshhh…”
“Please-” Adam panted, unable to catch his breath because Mr. Gerald was still on top of him. He was pinned down, utterly at Mr. Gerald’s mercy, and Mr. Gerald’s soft dick was still inside Adam’s ass.
Mr. Gerald belched loudly. Adam shuddered. Mr. Gerald’s dick finally slipped out of his ass, and a river of cum came with it. Adam suddenly felt cold, ashamed, his asshole gaping wide open. He wondered if anyone in the house had heard that. It sounded loud to him, but he had a feeling most people didn’t hear it.
But Mr. Gerald didn’t pull off Adam. He still lay atop him for a moment, moaning, breathing heavily into Adam’s ear. “Hmmm… boy, yu was sho nishe to me…” He kissed Adam’s cheek. “I’m-a suck up ya tears, boy. That wuz good. That wuz real good.”
“It hurt,” Adam whispered.
“I know, but it wuz wort’ it. You dun real good, okay? Shay yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, glad I could ram yu sso good. You gonna go sisshy now?”
Finally he got up. Adam tried to take a deep breath and get on his own feet, but his knees were sore and the sight of a giant puddle of cum on the floor and on his belly made him gag. The movement reawakened the pain in his ass.
Mr. Gerald’s strong arms held him up. His mustache scratched against Adam’s neck as he kissed him again. Adam gagged and closed his eyes. “Sir, stop-“
“Ssssh, we ain’t dun makin’ love, boy. I got good news fo’ yu. My wife be gone for awhile, so I’m-a be rammin’ you real good. Only at night though, don’t worry, and az long az yu quiet, no one gunna ever know.” He grunted. “Sshit. Ssshtay right there.” He grabbed a sponge and quickly wiped up all the cum off the ground. Adam gagged again at the sight of his huge cock — it seemed even bigger now, dangling between his legs. He couldn’t believe he took that in his ass.
“Please, don’t. I didn’t, uh… I don’t wanna do that-“
“Den why’d yu ssheduce me, boy? Huh? Cuz you wanted summ nigga dick. Don’t wurry, yu gonna get plenty.” He thwacked his dick against Adam’s cum-encrusted asscheek. Then he scooped Adam up in his arms like a newlywed.
Adam was still dizzy and overwhelmed, so he didn’t do much more than writhe as Mr. Gerald brought him to his room. He deposited him gently on the bed and climbed in next to him. He kissed Adam on the cheek.
“I’m-a move in wit’cha. Don’t tell no one,” Mr. Gerald said. His dick twitched where it pressed against Adam’s thigh. He wrapped his arms and his legs around Adam’s body. “Yu okay?”
“Please… I don’t want to-“
“Yu can’t change ya mind now,” Mr. Gerald said. “Shshshsush. Move on, sson. We into it now. This here our honeymoon.” His kisses moved down Adam’s chest. “I’m-a get you off now, sshon. What kinda cruel man get his boy off? Huh? No kind.”
He popped Adam’s dick into his mouth and gurgled on it moistly. Adam was so shocked he couldn’t think of anything to say. He just watched his dick get hard and rub against Mr. Gerald’s mustache.
He had no sooner gotten hard however, when Mr. Gerald pulled off him. He kissed a trail up Adam’s belly to his slim, delicate chest. He licked the sweat off his body there, and one hand stroked his dick. He wrinkled his nose as if somebody was forcing him to do this.
His lips planted on Adam’s neck. Adam was so tense he didn’t even breathe, just laying there, hoping he could cum without embarrassing himself. Mr. Gerald sucked on his neck, giving him a prominent hickey, as that callused hand stroked his dick.
Finally a desultory orgasm hit Adam, who bit his lip. Mr. Gerald grunted. “I feel dat, whiteboy. Yu likin’ it?”
“No…”
“Sssssssh.” Cum poured over Adam’s belly and Mr. Gerald’s hand. Mr. Gerald wearily, dizzily lifted himself up and mounted Adam. His massive black cock flopped against Adam’s still half-hard, much smaller member. He chuckled. “Yu got whiteboy dick. Sshee how li’l it is? Huh? Yu sssshee that?”
“Yeah…”
“Hmmm-hmm. Whiteboys wit’ little dicks love nigga wit’ mandingo meat, ya know dat? Sshwear to God, it’s sshciencshe,” he said. He chuckled. Then he laid down next to Adam on the bed. “Hey, yu wanna lick my assshhole in the mornin’?”
“No.”
“Hmmm… Good night, baaaby. In the morning, I might be ssshober enough to punish you fo’ seshducin’ me tonight. Know I’s just playin’, I know it ain’t ya fault.” He chuckled dryly. “But dat ain’t gunna sshlow me down ‘t all.”

The Raunchy Trucker

Elton is in for a raunchy experience, when he accidentally goes into an anything-goes cruising showerhouse at a truck stop, so a bevy of the filthiest, nastiest truckers around make Elton as disgusting as possible. Can Elton make it out of there?

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At the Ramwide Truck Stop near Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Elton didn’t notice a small placard on the door. He had pulled over to use the bathroom — he drove a four-door sedan, not a truck, but he had to piss real bad and he was a frequent visitor to other truck stops. He hoped to both drain his bladder and maybe get a nut off in the showerhouse. Ramwide Truck Stops were notorious cruising spots, full of nasty men who didn’t mind jerking off another fellow.
That was good for Elton, who was single now and sometimes needed a little release. Plus, he needed to piss.
The placard he ignored said ‘This building is for adults-only, and it is a free-for-all. If you go in here, you are signaling your consent to anything that occurs in this building. There is another showerhouse nearby without this sign.’ Elton would have gone to the other showerhouse if he’d known it was an option or if he’d seen the placard.
But he didn’t see it. He didn’t even realize it was a showerhouse until he went in, he assumed it was simply a bathroom. His Ramwide Truck Stop — the one near his house — didn’t have two showerhouse options. There was just one, and there was usually some mincing pervert in there jacking off men. The parking lot of this truck stop was filled with semis. Maybe that was the difference between the two truck stops, the one by Elton’s house didn’t see many actual truckers, it was just a pit stop for ordinary drivers. This one only really saw truckers come through. The non-truck area of the parking lot was tiny, and Elton’s car was the only one there.
Elton did not realize any of that. He didn’t even see the placard, much less read it and heed it. He entered the anything-goes showerhouse.
There was a large, wide open showering area with those old-fashioned pillar showers, the entire inside looked old-fashioned, Elton thought, like something out of an early twentieth century dormitory shower. A dozen naked truckers stood among the showerhead-pillars, silently staring at Elton. They were hairy and burly, decked with muscle like bulls, nostrils flaring as they looked him up and down.
He nodded and blushed. He considered leaving because the men made him uncomfortable, but he thought it would look weak. He’d be humiliated even if no one but he and these truckers knew about it. He went to the trough urinal. He always hated those — he was sensitive about his cock size — but luckily no one else was here.
But the truckers were staring at him. He could tell. They were completely silent, but he knew they weren’t silent before he walked in. That meant they had stopped talking to watch him. If he had known about the sign, he would have surely fled.
It was one of those truckers who joined him at the trough, before Elton could even start concentrating on peeing. A man had followed him in, a burly trucker with a rough-and-tumble mustache, a very small gut and bulging shoulder muscles that were bared by his sleeveless shirt. He went by the name Manky, and on his face a lifetime of brawling left remnants in the form of his crooked, squat nose and off-kilter chin.
He whipped out the most massive dong Elton had ever seen. It was thicker than Elton’s forearm and longer than his feet. Manky wasn’t shy about it, and he stood right next to Elton even though he had plenty of room at the trough. He flopped his dick left and right.
“Whatchoo think?”
Elton blushed intensely. He had always been embarrassed about his dick size. It was just barely three inches long fully erect, and it was much shorter right now because it was a chilly day (though warm in the showerhouse) and he was scared. It shriveled up even as he looked down at it, wishing he could pee.
Manky aimed his dick at Elton’s dick and let his piss stream. He laughed when Elton jumped away, and he aimed his piss at Elton instead.
“You got a small dick, boy. Somethin’ wrong wit’choo?”
“No…”
“Well then you made a real mistake comin’ in here,” Manky said. “Get in the trough.”
“What?”
“Lay down in there. Now,” Manky said. He grabbed Elton and tossed him against the wall.
Elton yelped, and he looked around frantically for a way out. The truckers surrounded him, and he’d have to pass through a dozen of them to make it to the door. That was the only door too. There weren’t even any windows in this showerhouse except a couple narrow slits up near the ceiling. Elton would need a ladder to get up to them, and even then he probably wouldn’t fit through them.
That trucker Manky laughed, along with the others, at the terrified look on Elton’s face. Manky grabbed him again, and he threw him into the urinal trough. The stainless steel was sticky, and it was rank with the smell of piss. Elton instantly gagged. The acrid smell hit his nostrils and made his eyes water.
“Please, wait, stop!”
He punched Elton hard in the belly, hard enough to hurt, though the angle was off for Manky to punch as hard as he could. It was enough to knock the wind out of Elton. All the watching truckers guffawed. Elton writhed, gasping for air, as Manky let his hog loose and aimed it at Elton in the trough.
For a moment, nothing happened. Elton wondered if this was it, maybe it was a prank and Manky just wanted to teach him a lesson, to show that he could put him in the urinal trough and piss on him. Maybe now he’d let Elton go.
But no, Manky was serious. He sighed and let out a crooked smile when he began urinating. Piss flowed over Elton’s shirt and soaked into his skin. The bitter taste of it hit Elton’s senses, even though he shut his lips. The truckers howled from all around the showerhouse, and one of them came running.
He was a lanky mustachioed trucker with tattoos covering his hairy chest and a big swinging dick. He started pissing even before he got to the trough. “Hot damn, a ppissy piggie!” He sprayed his piss right in Elton’s gagging face, and he started making oinking hog-like noises. Manky hadn’t even finished pissing yet, so now Elton had two streams of hot urine landing on him.
“Oink! Oink!”
Elton sputtered and screamed, the truckers in the shower at the other end all coming over to watch. Then, before the first one had even begun, they all began pissing as well. The acrid urine washed over Elton’s face and soaked into his clothes. His mouth filled and overflowed with it.
“Oink, oink, pervert! Ya fuckin’ suit, comin’ in here like the pussy you is! You deserve this, piss-face!”
The oinks filled the air and resonated in the linoleum-tiled shower. It was deafening to Elton, who yelled and sobbed. He had no idea how long it lasted. It felt like he was drowning, like that piss filled his lungs. He kept trying to crawl out of the trough, but Manky shoved him back in over and over.
But finally it was done, or seemed to be — those two truckers were finished urinating. A few men showered on the other side of the showerhouse, chatting about football, as though they didn’t notice or care what was happening to Elton. Elton weakly climbed out of the trough only for Manky to shove him back in.
“C’mon, please-“
“Nah. You my piss-piggy. Our piss-piggy,” Manky said. He chuckled. “You don’t get out til I say you can get out.” He licked his teeth and looked Elton up and down. “Alright, you can get out.”
Elton thought maybe that was it, but Manky grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the urinal trough. His skin was soaked with piss. Manky didn’t seem to care about the urine getting everywhere. Elton screamed, but the sound of the men talking, oinking, showering, carrying on, all that overpowered Elton’s screams. Even someone walking directly past the showerhouse, like three feet from where Elton was right now, wouldn’t be able to tell that someone was screaming in here.
“C’mon piss piggie, you really did it now. I hope you love being a raunchy little bottom,” he said. “Actually scratch that. I hope you ain’t love it. I like making piss piggies squirm.”
He shoved Elton to the ground on his belly, then squatted behind him and rammed his cock — still only half-hard — into Elton’s ass. Elton screamed, and the truckers resumed their oinking.
“Oink, oink, little piggie! You came in the wrong shower fo’ sho’!”
The pain in his ass was indescribably intense, and it had only just begun. Elton wanted to writhe in agony, but Manky kept one hand on his scalp and one on the back of his neck, forcing him to remain in the same position, flat on his belly. Manky pounded his cock into him.
He grunted and hissed in Elton’s ear. His skin was tan and dirty, he smelled like car exhaust, or like diesel fumes. He had a hairy chest, and the fur scratched at Elton’s back as Manky’s muscles weighed him down.
Someone turned the showers on, so lukewarm water sprayed over Elton’s face. As least that, he thought cleaned off some of the piss. That hadn’t slowed down Manky, whose grimy face suggested he had never cared about cleanliness — as he rutted like an animal, he licked Elton’s cheek, nibbled on his ear and felt up every inch of his piss-covered body. Oink! Oink! Elton cried into the linoleum as Manky humped his dick into full erection.
“Don’t worry, lil piggie, I can make you open up…”
Whenever he encountered resistance, he punched Elton in the ribs, resulting in so much pain that Elton loosened his ass. At last Manky’s massive cock was rock hard, ramming into him. He had Elton in a tight hold, both of his hairy arms wrapped around Elton’s chest.
Elton couldn’t help but squirm, even though he could tell that was exactly what Manky wanted. Elton sobbed into his greasy forearms. He even bit down, but Manky seemed to be impervious to pain.
“That piggie got a dick like a pinkie! A pinkie-piggie!”
They rolled over the floor of the showerhouse. One moment Manky was on top, slamming his hips down into Elton’s as though he wanted to shatter it like glass. The next moment, Elton was on top, looking up at the ceiling and trying to get some leverage to pull away.
“Little dick, little pig!” the truckers chanted over and over. They started off jacking themselves off as they watched Manky cornhole Elton, but that soon changed into a circlejerk. They laughed and giggled like children — hairy, tattooed children — as they stroked each other’s fat cocks.
“Please… stop… why?”
“Hey, hey, shut up for a second,” Manky said, yelling for silence. He still had to shout to be heard over the showerheads that continued to spray lukewarm water, but the naked truckers stopped chanting. Manky grabbed Elton’s hair to bring his face up, so everyone could see it. His other tattooed forearm was pinned against Elton’s neck, his foot long cock throbbing in Elton’s guts. Manky kissed him on the ear. “This oinker wants to know why this is happenin’. Who wanna explain?”
One of the truckers stepped forward. He was a hefty man, hairy from head to toe, with long black hair. He looked like he might have some trace of Mexican heritage.
“Alright, little piss-piggie, here’s the deal,” he said. “My name is Skullhole. That ain’t my proper name, in case you was wonderin’. It’s uh… it’s what my prison bitch used to call me.” As he talked, he fed his dick into Elton’s throat. It was already hard because he had been circlejerking with the other truckers, and he leaked precum directly down Elton’s throat.
“Listen up, piss-piggie, pay attention. It’s important,” Manky said, pulling tighter on Elton’s hair to get his attention. Pain blistered up and down Elton’s body.
Skullhole continued. “You’s in the left-hand showerhouse at an Ramwide Truck Stop. They’s sometimes got two men’s showerhouses. One of ’em’s got a sign that say it’s, uh… Sort of a free-for-all. You give up yo’ right to say no by stepping foot inside this showerhouse. It’s a place for real men, men who wanna blow a load but don’t wanna worry ’bout liberal bullshit like consent.”
In one quick motion, Skullhole pulled away from Elton and punched one of the other, younger truckers in the belly. The younger man fell to the ground and groaned. Skullhole grabbed his hair and his neck and bent him over as though he was going to cornhole him just like Manky was doing to Elton.
“Hey, get off me, asshole!” the younger man said, squirming. Skullhole’s hard cock throbbed between his cheeks, but he made no effort to penetrate him.
“See? I could cornhole this young’un right here. I would too, cuz he got a pretty ass, but his daddy is a good man. I owes him a favor,” said Skullhole. He paused. “I will stick my finger in a little, just to make sure he don’t forget I could cornhole him anytime I want.” He rammed one of his fingers in the young man’s ass.
“Get ‘im, Skullhole!”
The young trucker let out an agonized howl, and he squirmed away from Skullhole, who let him go. Then he came back to Elton and rubbed his finger off on Elton’s tongue. The taste of foul asshole and grease hit his senses, making Elton’s eyes bug out. Elton gagged vociferously, even moreso when Skullhole slipped his cock back in.
True to his nom du guerre, Skullhole grabbed ahold of Elton’s head. He rammed his cock down Elton’s throat, ignoring resistance, banging and using all of his weight to get his dick in.
It felt like something in his throat was going to break, but somehow Elton’s gullet stretched to accommodate. Skullhole’s massive dick visible pressed against Elton’s neck from the inside.
“We gonna drown that bitch in cum!”
Skullhole shot a massive load, spraying it so deep in Elton’s throat he didn’t even really taste it. It wasn’t until Skullhole pulled his dick out that Elton tasted a burst of salty cum on his tongue. That massive cock flopped out of his mouth and roped around on his face, leaving a sheen of jizz and spit and who-knew-what fluids.
“Damn, his dick really is little-bitty. That’s basically a clitoris, bitch.”
“Don’t say that, man, I wouldn’t never do none of this to no female. He better be a man.”
He heaved hoarsely for breath. He was dizzy, both from the pain and from lack of oxygen. He was too tired even to cry anymore. He sat submitted limply to Manky’s plowing while he watched the truckers circlejerk above his head.
When the first trucker came, a hefty white man with long black hair and swarthy skin, he stepped forward just as he started moaning. He blushed as his trucker buddies laughed, and his tattooed muscles flexed in rolling waves.
He sprayed his cumwad right on Elton’s open mouth. Elton wanted to look away, but the pain in his ass was so intense he couldn’t bear to. He cried as cum sprayed over his face.
“Here they go, piss-piggie with the li’l prickie,” Manky said with a moan as he pulled his dick all the way out, then slowly reinserted it only when Elton’s asshole lost its numbness. That revitalized the pain in Elton’s ass. His entire body felt like it was tearing apart from the inside out.
More cum sprayed onto his face. He couldn’t even see what was happening anymore, he just felt cum covering him. It was hot and creamy, and it dripped all over him. The truckers didn’t seem to mind getting it on them — which confused Elton, because they talked like he should be humiliated for getting cummed on, but all of them got cummed on too! A lot of the younger truckers disliked circlejerking like this. They had to stroke each other’s greasy hogs. Even just after the shower, most of them remained slick and unclean-feeling, at least to those who weren’t used to it.
To Elton, it all seemed gross. He couldn’t imagine why they were calling him a pervert over and over when he was the only one not willingly participating. They were the perverts, he thought, but even if he could say that out loud right now, nobody was paying attention to his desperate pleas or his cries for help. They jacked each other’s meat as though it was going out of style, and they rubbed their dicks in each other’s cumwads on his face. Manky even got some cum on his hands and face, but he shrugged it off.
The truckers popped off like flies, coating Elton’s face in cum. Manky kept Elton’s head out of the shower water for the most part — he rammed so wildly he slid Elton all over the showerhouse — so the cum collected on his face, along with grime from the floor and spit which Manky continually spat onto Elton’s lips and nose.
Finally the truckers were all done. Huge gobs of cum dripped off his face. He could feel it seeping into his flesh. He knew he’d smell like a cumrag for days no matter how much he cleaned himself. One hairy trucker rubbed his balls over Elton’s face, collecting all of his buddies’s cum so it clung to his unkempt nest of ball-hair.
“Lick it clean, piggie!” He barked over and over.
Elton thought cum had tasted bad, but it tasted even worse when it was mixed with sweaty trucker balls and remnants of soap. The cum coated his tongue and made the salty sweat cling to the inside of his mouth. He struggled not to bite down — he knew that would give him a moment of satisfaction, but he’d probably be killed.
Finally that last brawny trucker walked away, dragging his saliva-dripping balls over Elton’s face. Pitiful weakling. They cackled and clasped each other on the back, repeatedly slapping each other’s asscheeks too. Skullhole even rammed his finger back in the younger trucker’s ass as they walked away from Elton. He wiggled his finger but didn’t stop the younger trucker from scampering away.
“Get the fuck off me, Skullhole, damn…”
“Shut up, li’l one. I still got enough nut in my balls to turn you into my next pussy.”
“Hey piss-piggie, if you stick around we’ll be back in a little while. We’ll ram you in the ass if you want.”
“Or if you don’t.”
“Yeah. If you don’t, we’ll ram you even harder.”
Elton sobbed, his lower half numb now as Manky finished. Elton could feel the orgasm rippling over Manky’s hairy muscles, which weighed down Elton’s back. Manky punched Elton even though he wasn’t resisting. He punched just to make Elton yelp and squirm some more.
“Lemme hear it…” Manky said with a loud moan that made the truckers applaud. He pointed to different spots above Elton’s crotch and around his hips. “Where you think my orgasm is? Huh? Lemme hear it when I point to where you feel it. Huh? Boy? What’s goin’ on?”
The agony was too intense for Elton to speak. He screamed into the linoleum the best he could, but Manky’s belly and chest pressed him down. That made it impossible for him to take a deep breath.
“My orgasm is e’rywhere, boy,” he said with a long, low growl aimed right in Elton’s ear. That made Elton shudder, which in turn sent a shiver of sensitive pain from his sphincter, which clenched.
Cum sprayed into Elton’s ass. It was hot and thick and it seeped into his flesh. He wept into the filthy shower floor. It was so much, it kept coming, wad after wad as though Manky was pumping it in from a reservoir. It stank already, and Elton gagged at the sensation.
“You fillin’ ‘im up now?! Lemme watch!”
A few of the truckers came over and peered just inches from Elton’s asshole. They wrinkled their noses as though they were disgusted, but they still watched intently, like scientists who had no idea how this worked.
“You one nasty-ass truck stop piggie now, bitch.”
But eventually they lost interested. Manky remained atop Elton, his dick so deep it felt like it touched every part of Elton’s innards. Every time Elton moved so much as a breath, it made his asshole ache more. Manky breathed heavy. Elton couldn’t tell if he was still cumming — which seemed impossible — or if it just felt that way because he wiggled has limpening cock, moving cum around and turning it into a frothy mess that spilled out of his ass. It coated Elton’s thighs and soaked into the linoleum floor. Since there was water on the floor, some of that santorum mess floated to Elton’s face and coated him. He tasted his own ass along with the ball-sweat, cum, saliva and more that already covered him.
The truckers filed out, still only half-dressed. They were spent, so they no longer cared. Moments later the sound of their engines roaring filled the air. Elton tried to get up, but Manky was on top of him.
“Damn, piss piggie, that was good,” Manky said with a sigh. The shower was very quiet now that the truckers were gone. Manky’s deep voice was right next to Elton’s ear, so it boomed and echoed.
“Please, get off me…” Elton sobbed.
“If you make it back out that door, you’ll be under the protection of the law,” Manky said, “So I really hope you don’t. I hope you stick around until I’m ready to ram you again.”
He burped into Elton’s face. He lifted his chest up off Elton’s back and ground his dick into Elton’s ass, moving it in a tortuous circle. Elton screamed and gagged intensely now that he could breathe. Manky punched him right in the meaty part of the back, over and over as he finished the after shocks of his orgasm.
Only then did Manky slowly back up so that his fat cock plopped out. “But I’m not gonna stop you from walkin’ out that door, unless you take a long time to get out there. I wanna give you a fair chance. Don’t nevuh say I was all bad, piss-piggie. And goddamn, if that’s the only dick you got, you shouldn’t nevuh whip it out among real men. A man with a cock like that is just beggin’ to get cornholed.”
Elton had to crawl away. When he tried to stand his ass hurt too bad. It took what felt like eons but then he made it to the door as Manky still talked. It was so heavy he strained to open it.
He stumbled outside, stark-naked, and ran into another massive trucker, like Manky but taller. Behind him were a handful more, all with sick smiles on their hairy faces.
“Fuck,” one of them said. “He made it out.”
“We’re too late.”
“Damn it!”
“I’m rammin’ one of you, I swear to god. I am not letting myself get blue-balled again.”
Elton’s naked body gleamed with cum and water, and he pushed through the dirty bodies of the men. They smelled awful too, just like the truckers, but Elton was covered in so much filth he didn’t notice. He just sobbed and staggered forward. They glared at him and muttered insults about his cock size, but Elton didn’t care. He collapsed onto the ground. He might look like a pussy right now. He admitted that. He no doubt looked like a weakling, and his ass hurt so bad he wasn’t sure he’d ever walk normally again.. But he just didn’t care about any of that.
He had made it. He was free.