#the trucker

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The Trucker - Vacation (2015)

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BETHYL FanFiction THE TRUCKER Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene AU

Beth looks to Daryl her eyes pleading with him to save her. She's crying, scared and shaken, unable to break free...BETHYL LOVE

Read on FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13941943/14/The-Trucker

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33362641/chapters/87713404

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Aaaand more sneaky podcast fanart for hw!! This time ft. post-it notes and an allnighter... I sure am ~vibing~ lately 😊 

 Audio from book 1 chapter 10 of Joseph Fink's masterpiece of a podcast, “Alice isn't Dead”

The trucker's voice is the incomprehensibly powerful Jasika Nicole and the post it doodles are all me. 

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Merry Whump of May Day 2

@themerrywhumpofmay

“Need a ride?”

-wrench 

-paranoia

-club

Big huge thanks to my always amazing whumperful crew: @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself @sparrowsage and to @oddsconvert who put in a lovely beta job for this little prequel.

Warnings for this story: bad intentions by the main character, whumper perspective, derogatory internal dialogue, intent to engage in noncon (talked about, not actually written), drunkenness, smoking.

A King of the Road Prequel (Find the original King of the Road (Whumptober 2022) post here.)

Six Months Ago…

The Trucker dropped his cigarette to the asphalt and ground it out with the toe of his boot.  He surveyed the parking lot of another club in another town in Somewheresville, America.  Fresh hunting ground.  

He watched the drunk college freshmen, who by all means shouldn’t even be here, idiotically looking for the friends he’d come with.  He’d been stumbling around the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes now.  The cars have been steadily streaming out or their owner’s steadily being bundled into taxi cabs and Ubers.  

When the young man passed by his idling truck for the third time the trucker smiled at him.

“You lost darlin’?”

The young man swayed a bit as he stopped and took in the sight of the big, red, oversized trucking cab.  The Trucker could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head, trying to process the question.  

“‘M not lossss...”

“But you’re not found either, are ya?”  The Trucker looked the young man up and down, smiling the whole time.  “What happened?  Can’t find yer buddies?”

“No… I… They’re here s’m where…”

This was just too easy.  And this little one was sure pretty.  His pale green eyes, watery and wide, set in a cute face with cheeks flushed a bit too red, and finished off by a pair of lovely cherry red lips.  The Trucker licked his own lips as he thought about shoving himself into that perfect round mouth.  The boy’s cherubic face was surrounded by a mop of messy dark blue hair.  He could see the boy’s warm breath huffing out in front of him in the cold night air.  

“I’d be happy to give you a ride, wherever you need.  My truck’s nice and warm.  I bet you ain’t too far from here, right?”

“No… I… not far.  I just… my friends have to be here somewhere.  I just… maybe over there?”

The young man started to walk away, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on a parked sedan, towards the far side of the parking lot.  

The Trucker reached out and wrenched the boy’s arm back a bit harder than he intended too.  The kid’s phone went skittering across the pavement and under the truck.  When their eyes met, the kid’s pale green eyes were wide with sudden fear and paranoia.  

The Trucker laughed it off.  

“Whoops, now look what happened.  You’re in no state to be walking across the parking lot, son.  You’re gonna get yourself kilt.”  He gently guided the boy towards the door of his truck.  “Why don’t you come have a lie down and I’ll get you where you need to go.  Hop up there and I’ll grab your phone.”

The drunk college kid blinked rapidly, still trying to process what the trucker was saying.  All the while the Trucker was guiding him towards the cab of his truck.  The big red door opened quietly and he helped the boy up on the first step.  The Trucker had done this a million times, and knew he had a charming, disarming personality.  As the boy swayed backwards, the Trucker let his hand slip from the small of his back to the roundness of his pert, tight little college boy ass.  Oh he was so going to enjoy this one.  

“You got a name, pretty boy?”

“B… Bob-by.”

“That’s right nice.  Little Bobby Blue.  Once you get up there, grab yerself some water.  It’ll help clear your head.  Might keep you from a mighty powerful headache in the morning.”

“Yeahhhh, that souns gooo…”

Little Bobby Blue was going to make a great companion.  The Trucker could taste it, or rather, Bobby Blue would be tasting it.  The Trucker leaned down and retrieved the kid’s phone from under the edge of his truck.  

Just as Little Bobby Blue was about to take the top step up into the truck, a sleek black Uber pulled up next to the truck. Several loud, clearly drunk, guys were hanging out of the windows.  

“BOBBY!!!!  There you are, you dumb fuck.  We’ve been looking all over for you.  How the hell did you get over here?”

“Yeah, what the hell you doing getting in that truck Bobby?” another one said.  

“Thisss guy’s gonna give me a ride.”

“Awe thanks, mister.  Awful nice.  But we got us a nice Uber to take us back to the house.  Come on Bobby, quit fuckin around and get your ass in the car.”

Bobby almost fell on the Trucker as climbed back down the steps and stumbled towards the car. That's the most amount of fucking action he'll get tonight, now.

“Nice to meet you, Bobby.  I’ll keep an eye out for you.  You be safe now,” the Trucker said, his face a mask of polite calmness while inside he was raging.   

“Don’t forget your phone, Bobby,” one of the generic drunk guys said.  Bobby staggered back towards the Trucker, retrieved his phone, and then nearly fell into the open doorway of the car, sending his idiotic buddies into a frenzy of laughter.  

The Trucker glanced around the parking lot.  FUCK!  There were no other tasty, convenient little fishes to be caught.  He slammed the door to his cab shut and then yanked open the driver’s door of the truck.  May as well start driving.  He was all hot and bothered and there would be no release tonight unless it was his own hand.  Perhaps he could try the rest stops.  Sometimes unsuspecting people found themselves in vulnerable situations.  He ground the gears of his truck as he started out of sheer frustration.  He revved the engine louder than he normally would, the rattling growl echoing across the wide open plains of the flat terrain.  He’d find someone.  He scraped his teeth together and reached for his cigarettes.  Maybe he could smoke himself calm.  He made a hard fist around the lighter as he struck it up.  

He sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out again. He leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, calling up the blue framed face of his escaped victim.  Damn he would have liked that one.  If he came back through this town any time soon, he’d be on the prowl for his Little Bobby Blue.  

Little Bobby Blue had dodged a bullet that night.  It’s possible he wouldn’t always be that lucky.  But for tonight, Bobby Blue made it home safely.  

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Who was the whimper from King of the Road’s favorite whumpee and why?

I don't know yet. There's a LOT I don't know about him yet. Back stories especially. I do know that he is thoroughly enjoying having TWO boys to play with at the moment. He's going to have a real hard time choosing between them. They're both unique in their own ways to him and there's things about each that really get a rise out of him. (Hehehehe.). We'll have to see what happens as time goes on with him.

I can tell you that generically he likes to be in charge. So, having the two boys at his mercy... he's high as a kite on the power of it. He really likes bondage and has a lot of the gear for it. Consent not so much. In fact, the less consent the better. He gets bored when they stop crying and fighting. So he tries to find ways to keep things lively.

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Hi :)

I‘m craving some King of the Road content right now, your first chapter was such a teaser of what to come I‘m so excited!

Could you tell us some charakter facts we should definetly know before you continue telling the story?

Danny and George have been friends for a long time, but they’re not together. Danny is closeted bisexual since they grew up in a small town on the, very Catholic, Texas-Mexico border. George is straight. Neither has that much experience in the way of partners. Danny less so than George due to his complicated bisexuality. George is one of the few friends he’s been open with. If George weren’t drunk off his ass, he would have never mentioned it to the trucker.

The trucker prefers guys, but will work with whatever he can get his hands on. He’s not new to the game and has done this before. He’s part of a network of baddies that pass “companions” around. His favorite pick up spot is just like we saw in the opening chapter, isolated or out of the way bars at closing time. Drunk college guys are easy to pick off. He likes them because he enjoys destroying their sense of masculinity by what he does to them.

This universe is BBU adjacent. It won’t come into play much at all, but the WRU definitely exists in this world. The trucker and his pals aren’t wealthy, though he does have and extended sleeper cab to account for the double bed. He can’t afford an actual box boy, but why should the wealthy be the only ones that get to have their cake and eat it too.

The extended sleeper cab is older and in need of an update, but the trucker doesn’t really see the need to do that. He’d rather spend his money on toys and gear for his companions. The companions are much less enthusiastic about these little gifts than he is.

Honestly, this grew out of a conversation I was having with @oddsconvert about the underused whump potential of a trucker with a big sleeper cab driving all over North America, through different jurisdictions and stuff, and having a ready made place to abduct, use, and store a whumpee. Lol. It was meant to be a one off, but then I named them all (yes, the trucker has a name too) and this this twisted tale was born. I can’t wait for y’all to see where this story goes. 😉🫶🏻

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will you be updating The Trucker story? The first part was so good!!! :3

I will. I’ve already been writing for it. I’m almost done with Connor’s story. The plan was to finish Connor and then start posting The Trucker, which I’m calling King if the Road. I might start posting it early just because I’m so inspired to write it. Lol. My poor boys are going to go through it. I can promise y’all that.