taking you for a drive after leaving some rager, you're drunk, high, the weed was laced with something but you're too far gone to figure that out. we're driving down backroads and watching my brights get swallowed up by the darkness in the wilderness. i've parked— you must have missed that— and you're slumping out of the car, waiting for me to force you to your feet. i do, predictably, and the haze of the drugs takes your mind out of commission and when you come to, you're in the back of the cab. someone's in the passenger seat, in your place, and we're talking like you're still dead to the world.
you don't know why, but the fact that we've donned masks is making you uneasy. you can see my eyes, but they've taken on an odd light. something different and unmistakably eager. the new passenger looks back at you— another butch— then they exchange a look with me. a silent they're up. you vaguely notice when i pull off the road again, this time they pull you out. i leave you with my friend with the promise of a good time, i just have to check on something. suddenly, i'm gone, and you're realizing that i've left you with a stranger. you're violently crossfaded and your head just rolls back when my friend takes you and pushes you over the hood of the truck. there's a prick in your arm and you belatedly look up, wondering why everything feels so distant and why you're beginning to feel so numb.
i come back, bulging sack in hand right as the paralytic works its way into your system. your eyes are wild, wide, snapping back and forth between my friend and i.
it'll be fun, don't worry. i've leaned over the hood on the opposite side of the truck to look at you. under the beanie and the mask, maybe you can pretend to find some kindness there.
the other butch has their hands digging into your hips, impatiently yanking down your clothes while i cup your face. it's scary, huh? i'm wearing gloves and the leather is rough against your cheek. don't worry, we're just gonna— my thumb presses against your lip— use these holes. it's just for tonight.
the other butch cackles at that and i see the moment they work their thick fingers into you. my thumb pushes into your mouth, between your teeth, warming on your tongue. maybe you don't bite because you know what i'd do if you tried that. i push my thumb deeper until i feel your throat around it, gagging, choking, sucking me deeper like a pussy.
it's not long until my friend gets bored with fingering you. they've loosened you up— i left the warmth of your mouth for a moment to check out their work on you. you're so wet, you can't be that scared. they start pounding you with the strap i brought. they're not nice— your body is forced forward against the hood every time they thrust.
on the other side, where i am, i've got your head in my hands, crotch inches from your face. you won't get to eat me out, you know that, but it doesn't stop you from looking up at me, pleading, out of your mind, and it almost looks like you're asking for it. so i give it to you— fist tight in the roots of your hair, other hand clenched so forcefully around your throat that tears instantly well up in your eyes.
is this what you wanted, huh? my friend is hunched over your back and i wrench your head up so you can hear them better.
you're gasping, sobbing openly now, not a shred of clarity in your fucked-out expression. but you say it— yes, yeah. some mumbled, embarrassed variation of give it to me.
the other butch gets your wrists behind you and pulls, forcing your tits from the hood and exposing the length of your neck. im a little impatient, i can't help but reach down to toy with your nipples while my friend gets all the time alone with your cunt. i don't usually like sharing.
