A gay story: Jason and Andy: On the Road – Ch 06 (Jason’s POV)
(4 Hours later)
Andy examined the freshly dried nail polish with a smile on his face. His nails looked just as pristine as the day I took him away. He started sitting in a very uncomfortable position around 1 hour into our ride. I was confused at first, but then I remembered the spanking that I gave him. It seemed like I truly hurt him, but he never complained as I was doing it. Ignoring the pulse that entered my cock, I kept my eyes on the road.
A few minutes later, Andy asked me a question.
“Hey, Mr. Kidnapper? Is it alright if I lay down in the back?” Andy had a blush on his face as he avoided my eyes. Suppressing my smirk, I asked. “Why?” Andy stuttered for a moment before replying.
“It hurts to sit down, My… my b-butt is really sore.” His blush deepened as he confessed. Smiling, I replied “Sure, go for it.” I saw his glare as he saw my expression, but I didn’t care. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up from the chair. As he struggled with his balance, I reached my hand behind and back handed his rear with a sharp smack as soon as he got close. Andy’s voice cried out as he clutched his abused ass. I could feel the sharp glare boring into my skull, but I just kept driving with a smile on my face. Andy eventually turned as walked into the back.
“…Asshole.” His soft voice still reached my ears, but I didn’t mind. I had long given up the mantle of being a good guy. Hearing him shift under the covers, I continued the drive.
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(6 hours later)
Putting the truck in park, I stood up from my seat and turned to my bed. I felt exhausted from the long drive. We were almost out of Nebraska, tomorrow would be our last day in the state. Stepping forward, I looked down when I saw the red fabric of Andy’s shorts. Confused, I looked at the clerk who was sleeping face down in the bed. He was on the edge of the bed, so I would have to climb over him to get to sleep. Huffing, I lifted the covers only to be greeted by his bruised ass.
Moving the blanket, I saw that Andy had decided to strip before entering the bed. Kneeling down, I didn’t blame him, as I examined the now purple marks that I left on his rear. Reaching out, I felt along his cheek and traced my visible hand mark. I heard a muffled moan come from the sleeping kid, but I continued to rub his ass anyway. I genuinely felt bad. Looking at the other bruises that I left on his body, those feelings continued.
I was suddenly reminded that Andy was a victim, my victim. Evidence of my assaults covered his whole body. I heard a quiet groan as I spread his ass apart to examine his anus. His hole showed the same purple bruising that his cheeks had. I knew I was large, and my cock had clearly taken its toll on this poor clerk’s rectum. Looking at the puffed ring, It must have hurt Andy pretty bad to force my penis inside, but the crazy kid did it anyway. The change of heart that he was showing over these past few encounters also showcased the mental damage that I was doing, on top of all the damage to his body. He was down right eager earlier today, but his reluctance returned after I passed out. He had a disconnect with what he did and did not want. I suspected that disconnect would continue to grow as I had my way with him. I wish I could stop, but touching his body felt like the most intense drug that I had ever taken, and I wanted more.
Hearing a long moan come from the kid, I realized that my fingers were in his asshole. Mentally scolding myself, I removed my hand from his wet, plump booty. As I crawled over him, I covered us both up with the blanket before turning off the light. Before I could close my eyes, I heard a long groan come from Andy.
“.. Nnnnoooooo…. touch me more……”
Turning over in alarm, I turned the light back on to see that he was still asleep. I felt doubt at that notion as Andy hiked his ass up into the air. Looking at his face, his eyes were still closed, but he had that thoughtless grin on his face that he usually had during his blackouts. So it wasn’t just when he was fucked, apparently he always had this slutty sleepwalker inside of him. I felt conflicted, remembering the thought I had not 2 minutes ago of how much abuse I put him through. As I stared at him, Andy moaned again.
“Where are you… Mr. kidnapper?” My cock pulsed as I reached my hand towards his ass. Andy giggled as I gripped his bruised rear once more. Heat filled my heart and stomach as I removed the blanket, exposing his ass. Grabbing some lube, I got up and knelt between his wide open legs. Staring down into the hole that I was about to damage even further, I let my penis rest against his ass as I uncorked the bottle.
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(Andy’s POV)
I bit my lip, my cock throbbing in place as my kidnapper finally took the bait. This plan was a long time coming, ever since I was robbed of my fucking time by that asshole who decided to take a shower just at that moment. I was so frustrated at that moment, when my kidnapper pulled his cock out of my butt. I wanted to run out of our shower stall and beat the shit out of whoever had interrupted our impending sex.
His question about why I didn’t leave earlier caught me off guard. There was no way I could tell him that I spent the time shoving his unconscious fingers up my ass so I could cum. It took me a while to find the perfect position, but once I did, I rode his hand until my cum flowed out of me and right down the shower drain. The perfect crime. While I felt satisfied from cumming, I still felt so empty without his dick inside of me.
As I lied there, I shamefully thought of all the things he could do to me when he came to bed. My heart started pounding in earnest when I felt the car pull over. Hearing the man’s yawn, I was thankful for all the bruises on my ass. It gave me the perfect excuse to lie on my stomach with my ass exposed. My throbbing boner was tucked up and away so it couldn’t give me away. As I felt the blanket leave my ass, I suppressed my shudder of anticipation. I imagined him ripping his cock out and pile driving me right away, my cock spurting some precum at the thought. Feeling his hands grope my butt, I couldn’t help the small groan.
He spread apart my ass, looking at my torn up fuckhole. I bit my lip to suppress my disappointment when I felt his fingers enter me and not his penis. He softly fingered my ass, causing my hips to sway back and forth on his bed. As I started getting into it, he withdrew. Feeling the bed shift, I impatiently waited for a cock to enter my ass, but he just laid down next to me. I felt like shouting at my kidnapper, why did he choose now of all times to have a sense of decency?
Lifting my ass in the air, I spoke a few more times to really draw him in. When I felt him kneel between my legs and his cock thud against my ass, I finally felt at peace. Hook, Line, and Sinker.