7 hours later
The first thing I felt as I woke up was pain in my ass. Opening my eyes, I saw the morning light shining through the windshield. I turned, realizing that I was sleeping in the trucker's bed. Grasping behind me, I noted that he wasn't sleeping with me. Feeling the bump of the truck, it seemed that we were on the move again. Sighing, I sprawled out on the bed. Each turn of his tires, I was taken further away from my hometown.
Looking down, I saw a different colored shirt on me. Remembering yesterday's little bathroom break, I felt a deep red blush spread over my face. I hoped my previous shirt was on birth control, because I unloaded literally everything I had into it. Moving the blanket, I was greeted by the sight of my red shorts and creamy white legs. Placing the covers back over me, I tried to diagnose the strange feeling in my heart. I guess I should be thankful that he dressed me, rather than leaving me naked in his bed like some conquered trophy. My breath deepened, thinking of him carrying me out of the truck stop over his shoulder with my ass fully exposed, showing off my bruised fuckhole to his trucker friends. Looking down at the throbbing tent in the blanket. I realized that I needed to think about something else.
Sighing deeply, I tried to forget how I acted yesterday. I was far too eager as I willingly pumped his penis in and out of my ass. If I keep acting like that during our future fuck sessions, he may get the wrong idea that I enjoyed having sex with him. What was I thinking? Laughing and smiling like some slutty cheerleader fucking the coach in the school locker room. I rubbed my face and reminded myself that I was a kidnapping victim. The only reason I was thinking and acting this way was because he forced himself on me until I came like a girl. I needed to focus on getting away before he painted my heart white with his semen.
Grumbling, I realized that ruminating would never cause my erection to leave. The only thoughts I could conjure up were of the past two nights, getting piped until my balls emptied and my brain gave up. His cock had clearly awakened some part of me that I didn't know existed. I just needed to get my mind off of my current situation, someone who has been kidnapped and filled with cum daily.
Sighing again, I pulled the blanket off of me, revealing my erection that tented my shorts. Standing up from the bed, I stretched until I felt a pop in my back. Steeling my resolve, I walked to the passenger seat. If he saw my erection and decided to pull over to claim me again, that was on him for being an awful man. Gulping, I saw his side eye as I sat down in the passenger seat and buckled myself in. My boner was still visible despite sitting, but it wasn't very noticeable. I focused on the road for a moment before grabbing one of the magazines he had on the floor of his cab, reading the pages as my heart pounded in my chest.
(Jason's POV)
I stole occasional glances at Andy as he read from the magazine. I was thankful when I saw his erection finally go down. We were about half way through Nebraska and I needed to keep my focus on the road to get back to the company lot. A strange sense of guilt filled my heart, realizing how much he changed over the past two days. His eyes were filled with hatred when they met mine, but his body was clearly not on his side. The kid would pop boners at a moment's notice, no doubt thinking about the treatment I have given him. I myself was going through a bit of an identity crisis, I never imagined myself as the kidnap and fuck a guy type, but here we were.
Our drive continued silently, much to my preference. Andy spent the time reading through my magazines, just random shit that I had grabbed from a few stops here and there. Feeling like he hasn't moved for a long time, I turned my head to see him staring at a photo. When I saw the photo of me and my family in his hands. I spoke.
"Hey." Like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar, he sheepishly looked over at me. I had my hand outstretched, and he obediently handed over the photograph. I stared at it for a moment, looking at my brother's face. He didn't look like a murderer in his picture, and I didn't look like a kidnapper in mine. I couldn't bring myself to meet my parents eyes, even through a photo, instead opting to put the picture in my sun visor. Silence once more entered the vehicle, before it was annoyingly broken by Andy's smooth voice.
"Guess even kidnappers have families." I gave him a side look, seeing his neutral expression. Was he probing for my identity? Saying nothing, I just stared forward. His voice interrupted my silence again.
"Where do your parent's live?" I grumbled, giving out a non-committal response. "In another state." He looked away for a minute before asking another question. "And your brother?" I just laughed a bit before replying.
"Don't know if I could call life in prison living." I saw his eyes widen slightly as he stared at me. His blue, innocent eyes felt like they were boring holes in my face. I guess I couldn't call him innocent anymore, I had well and done screwed that up. Unaware of what came over me, I spoke again.
"My folks raised two monsters without even realizing it. I haven't spoken with them in years, so drop it." Putting a nail in the conversation, I stared intently at the road. Unable to get my parent's faces out of my head, I grabbed my liquor and took a drink. It was early, but who gave a fuck? The only person who could judge me was my kidnapping victim and I'm sure he had more pressing grievances with me. The kid was thankfully silent, staring at me for a time before grabbing another magazine. We lulled back into our silent ride as time passed on.
(3 hours later)
