The cold night air rushed into my open hole as I hung mounted to the back of the truck-stop’s bathroom door. I had no sense of time. My body ached for more. I’d been stuck in traffic for hours on my way home from work when I stopped to take a quick leak on Friday evening. As I entered ready to empty my full bladder I stopped as I caught a glimpse of a the large dark silhouette standing at the trough. He turned an caught my gaze before I could look away. It was just long enough to know that we had connected. He turned slowly, showing me the massive dick in his hand, and gestured for me to take it. Without hesitation I knelt and swallowed. The stream was strong and warm. I never spilled a drop, letting the fullness of his fat cock linger in my mouth. Suddenly the door swung open and I was caught in a shard of late afternoon sun light as it swept across the floor. Before I could stand up, the newcomer had me in his grip from behind. As if planned the two men tied my wrists and pushed me up against the back of the door, raising my arms above my head securing them to a hook high above my head, gagging and covering my head in a leather hood. Stunned, immobile and still needing to release myself I found myself getting hard. Slowly my belt was unbuckled from behind and my suit pants dropped to the floor around my ankles. Nothing was said, but the men worked in unison. A greasy finger found my hole, another my nipples. My cock raged but got no attention. Then a soft pressure began to open my hole, wider, wider as I resisted the pressure. Just as i wondered how much more I could take it locked inside me. I gasped as the cold air rushed inside. They had tunneled me. Then I heard a door shut and all was quiet. In dark silence I pictured my predicament. Trussed up in dark public truck-stop restroom with my pants at my ankles and my hole held wide open. Suddenly I heard familiar voices approaching, a casual conversation between two men halted the moment they swung the door open and the warm sunlight bathed my ass. Who were they? A quiet murmur amongst them was followed by a hand brushing my butt cheeks, then a warm stream flooding my gut. With the tunnel plug inserted I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold much of the warm piss and as he withdrew I felt it run down my legs. The next guy stuck a hard pulsing penis which felt like a horse into my tunnel. He pounded me up against the wall. I dripped precum on the floor. His jism shot deep into me mixing with the warm wetness. Then the slamming closed of a door and silence. I waited.
Minutes seemed like hours. I still had the taste of piss in my mouth, the only connection to the present was waiting in the darkness of my hood. My cock raged between my legs swollen, ready to burst.
I never heard the door open but was alerted of a presence by a warm breath at my loins. Someone was sitting between my legs and moving their head back find my cock. Lips closed over my swollen phallus beckoning release of my hot piss with his tongue. At first slowly then with a sudden gush I released my bladder. An initial gag and then with thirsty gulps I was drained.
Then just as suddenly I was alone again. I felt as if I was breathing through my tunnel plug, hungry to be fed. My body ached.
Hours later I felt a warmth at my hole and that somewhat familiar voice. A finger then a fist held me up again the door. “I’m taking you down, you’re going to be late for work and you now belong to me”.
Without uniting my wrists or removing the hood I was led from behind by a finger up my butt, naked from the restroom. It must have been broad daylight as the sun warmed my naked body. After what seemed like a thousand steps I was shoved into an open door, seated and buckled in. An engine quietly came to life and we drove in silence, me naked, hooded and erect into a new space.
When the car stopped I was instructed to get out and stand against the car. Hands dressed me as I stepped into my new uniform. I smelled leather and rubber. It intoxicated me. Once dressed in the clothes provided for me the hood was removed. I found myself in a new but familiar place. Standing in front of me in the open door of an elevator was Sam, my boss at United Trucking Co. “Welcome to the firm. You’re now mine”. I stepped in.










