(Andy's POV)
Rubbing my right hand, I turned my head over my shoulder to look at the trucker. He just quirked his eyebrow at me, gesturing his head towards the stalls. Not wanting to press my luck, I quickly scurried away. I noted with sadness that there were no windows for me to scramble out of. No doubt he would have kept me cuffed if he saw one anyway. Closing the stall, I dropped my shorts before sitting down on the toilet. Relief washed over me as I was able to finally drain my bladder. I instead felt lucky I only needed to pee, as the pain in my ass still throbbed with my heartbeat nearly 24 hours later. Finishing my stream, I tried to softly feel my anus, only to hiss in pain when I touched it.
It still felt totally raw. Touching it again, my ring almost felt swollen from the abuse I suffered in the shower last night. As my thoughts got lost in what happened yesterday, I idly traced around the edges of my asshole. I had watched rough sex before online, but nowhere in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be subjected to that kind of treatment. I shuddered against my will as I remembered how he made me cum. He didn't leave me be, instead taking every effort possible to make it the most mind blowing, explosive orgasm I had ever had. His hard cock didn't care one bit about how tightly my asshole clenched as I came, pushing right through. The last thing I remembered of that night was his dull roar as he flooded me with his semen. I remembered feeling my intestines bulge and shift to accommodate his load as I had my third orgasm in a row. It felt so strange to orgasm without actually shooting out any cum. It felt just like an orgasm, but only accompanied by dry spasms. My reminiscence was cut off when I felt my cock painfully pressing against the inside of the toilet.
Disgusted to touch my penis against a truck stop toilet, I pulled back only to realize that my middle and ring fingers had found themselves buried in my ass. Pulling them out, I backed my rigid cock out of the toilet. Grabbing some toilet paper, I wiped where my head made contact with the toilet bowl. Standing up, I flushed the toilet and took a deep breath. I began to pull my shorts up, but I stopped when the hem reached the bottom of my shaft. The erection I had right now was massive. I had measured myself before while hard, reliably coming in at 8 inches. However, I felt like I was bigger than that currently. Thinking back, I had only been this hard one other time...
When that man was balls deep inside of me.
Huffing, I tried to clear my mind of the traitorous thoughts. The man was evil and disgusting, and I wanted to never see him again if I could help it. Looking down, my efforts to distract myself had resulted in no progress, as I saw my dick painfully swollen and playfully throbbing with my heartbeat. I was about to sit down and wait out the erection, when I heard the trucker speak.
"Time's up, Andy." Panic set in as I tried to hike up my shorts, failing to pull the hem over my cock. Looking down at the uncooperative organ, I cursed it to hell and back. What would happen if the trucker saw how aroused I was? If he saw my cock standing at full attention, it would basically be an invitation for him to pull down my shorts and play another game of "How far can I hide the salami inside of the gas station employee's butt?" I realized that my thoughts weren't helping the situation, as my cock painfully throbbed at the thought and a thick glob of precum was expelled from its tip.
Thinking quickly, I slipped my shorts over my dick before putting my hands in my pockets. I then guided my cock to the side so I could hold it to the side with my right hand. Looking down, I could still see the outline of my cock, so I bunched up the fabric a bit more. Satisfied with my cover up, I could only hope that it went well as I exited the stall and willingly walked back to my abuser.
He didn't seem to notice my hands being in my pockets, he just pushed off the wall and rummaged through his own pocket. It was at that moment when I remembered that he wanted to handcuff me, specifically the right hand that was currently busy hiding my erection. He held his hand out, waiting for me to give him my arm. When I instead hesitated, I saw the frown form on his face. As he reached out, I took a step back and spoke.
"H-hey... I've been good, right? I promise I won't try anything, so let's skip the cuffs, yeah?" I knew my attempts at negotiation failed when his frown deepened and he took a step forward. "No deal." I muttered out a few more excuses as he grabbed my right arm and wrenched it out of my pocket. In an unfortunate turn of events, my strong grip on my cock caused it to follow my arm as it was pulled. I heard the slip of the elastic waste band and the feeling of the cool night air on my cock let me know that I was exposed. I knew this even without looking, even without the sudden look of desire that I saw in the man's eyes as he stared at my groin. I could only gulp and hope the alcohol prevented him from getting into the mood. As I remembered the alcohol that I tasted during our sloppy kisses yesterday, I realized...
I'm fucked, Literally.