Jason and Andy: on the Road - Ch 07

(Tomorrow morning)

I startled awake, tearing the blanket off of me. Looking around, I calmed down once I saw the familiar cab and bed. Reaching to rub my face, I noticed that the handcuffs were locked around both of my wrists. Standing up, I groaned as my whole body felt sore. I had a splitting headache and my arms were covered in bruises. I had new clothes on, but the shirt felt a bit too big on me. Riding out the bumps on the road, I walked up to the passenger seat, sitting down while staring at my kidnapper.

The man looked my way when I plopped down, but didn't say anything before he looked back at the road. I could see a deep purple bruise on his jaw where I punched and head butted him, his nose also looked swollen from my strike. Anger building, I jangled my hands and cuffs at him, asking "Well? What gives?" He looked back at me for a minute, a strange mixture of disbelief and concern on his face as he spoke.

"Don't tell me you don't remember losing your mind last night?" I couldn't help the sarcastic laugh as I swung my legs around to sit properly in the chair. I replied as I glared at him.

"You had it coming, your nose looks great by the way." I smirked as I started forward at the road, but his next words wiped it from my face.

"I don't think that outburst of yours was about revenge. If you think my nose looks bad, you should look at yourself." Looking over at his busied face, I lifted my hand to pull the sun visor down when I noticed just how bruised my hands were. Remembering our struggle yesterday, they weren't inflicted by him, rather they were from me fighting him. He only tried to grab me to stop me from hurting myself. Pulling down the mirror, I gasped when I saw my eyes.

My eyes looked bloodshot, while my right eye looked like it popped a vessel, as a splotch of red was visible at the bottom of my sclera. Not wanting to stare at myself anymore, I pushed the sun visor up. I couldn't tell if I strained myself too hard last night, or if it was from the reverse headbutt. Either way, it was clear that I had gone overboard. My whole body ached like I had been run over by a car. Trying to make some excuse, I spoke ruefully at the man.

"It's all your fault anyway, you know?" I glared at the man's face, speaking my mind for what felt like the first time since we met. If he hadn't kidnapped me, if he hadn't attacked me in the shower room, all this wouldn't have happened. My thoughts went blank as I heard his reply "I know." I stared at him once more, surprised to hear him take any form of accountability. Before I could say anything, he continued.

"Listen, I didn't know how much this was affecting you. You don't have to worry about me doing anything else to you, I promise." I felt my anger return. He didn't even have the balls to say that he was sorry. And what did he mean? He wasn't going to fuck me anymore? The strange sense of loss that I felt at the notion proved my unstable mental state. Logically, it shouldn't be disappointing to hear that I wouldn't be sexually assaulted anymore. Taking a deep breath, I let it out as I turned away from the man. He was right, three straight nights of being physically and emotionally abused by this man had taken its toll. I had lost sight of getting away from my kidnapper from all the powerful orgasms and rough treatment. Rough treatment that I had come to enjoy.

Shaking my head, I focused on the future. Once I got away from him, I would find my way back to my hometown. If I could get my hands on a phone, I could call one of my friends and they could get me back. Better yet, I could call the police and have this man locked away for good. Settling my churning stomach, I asked the man "Can you take the cuffs off, please?" He stared at me for a while before turning away. Just as I turned my head to stare out the window, a small pair of keys landed in my lap.

Looking at the man, I watched for a moment before I picked up the keys and undid my cuffs. Putting them both on the ground next to me, I smiled slightly. The man's voice echoed in the cab again.

"If you start hurting yourself again, I'll hogtie you, got it?" A laugh left my lips as I saluted the trucker. The man didn't react to my elated demeanor, just staring forward. I joined him in silence as we continued down the road.

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8 hours later

(Jason's POV)

Andy behaved as we drove down the road, stopping for gas and food. He didn't try anything funny, and I kept good on my promise. Our unofficial truce should have been the start of something better, but I instead felt like I was drowning. I was correct earlier, Andy was like a drug. A drug that distracted me from my reality. Despite everything that happened, I still hadn't figured out a way out of my crimes. I couldn't kill him, and I couldn't let him go. And now that I had given him room to recover, I realized how hard I had been on him. The face he made yesterday as we had sex on the bed was burned into my head. It looked like he was breaking. That violent outburst wasn't something that he would ever normally do. The photo of my family felt like it was burning in my pocket. I knew the burning was coming from my parent's eyes, horrified at what their son had done. The only thing that I could do was drink from my bottle of liquor, and focus on the burn.

The booze helped for a moment, until I saw the nervous glances Andy sent my way. He was right to be concerned, my word meant jack shit and I didn't deserve a drop of grace. My pulse beat through my head and anxiety filled my conscious mind as the hours ticked by. I drank a dangerous amount of alcohol, but it didn't help. I tried to drink more, but the bottom of the bottle greeted me. Tossing the bottle out the window, Andy clenched his hands on his lap as he avoided eye contact with me.

I couldn't hurt him any more.

I couldn't let my parents know what I had done.

These thoughts relayed back and forth in my head as I drifted off the road a bit. Andy's yelp and the sleeper lines shook me back awake. My vision felt muddy, like I couldn't see anything in front of me. I was instead haunted by those two lines I found myself between. As static filled my ears, reaching a roar so loud that I couldn't hear my own heart anymore, everything suddenly became clear.

'Woo-Woop'

Gazing dumbly in my mirror, I saw the red and blue lights of a state trooper, trying to pull me over.

At that moment, everything felt okay. I thought of a third option that would fix everything.

Andy's voice trembled slightly, asking "W-what should we do? Should I get in the back?" Avoiding his gaze, I calmly clicked my hazard lights as I went to pull over.

"End of the line" I felt so light now that I had finally found my answer. As I undid the combination lock next to my seat, I spoke to Andy.

"Kid... for what it's worth, I'm sorry. Can I ask a favor?" Andy had a confused look on his face as he nodded to my words. Unclicking the lock and coming to a stop, I spoke.

"Don't tell the cop what I did, make something up. It's for my parents more than anything." Andy didn't get a chance to ask any clarifying questions as I placed the truck in park and pulled my revolver out of the lockbox. He gasped when he saw it, but he didn't have anything to worry about. My heart felt light as I placed the gun in my mouth. Finally free, I moved my finger towards the trigger.

"WAIT!" Andy's thin hands grabbed my arm pulling the gun from my mouth. I tried to wrestle control back, but he put everything he had into my hand, prying the revolver out of my hand. Once he had the gun, I watched as he tossed it onto the bed. Ready to scream, I stopped when he held my face in his hands.

"Please just listen! Okay? Just get up and get in the passenger seat, trust me." I numbly stood from the chair as he pulled me with all his might. He sat me down in the passenger seat and put the seat-belt on me before hopping in the driver seat. He clicked his seatbelt and grabbed his wallet that I had stolen so long ago just as the sound of the cop hitting the door echoed in the cab. Andy calmly opened the door, greeting the trooper.

"Good afternoon, officer!" I couldn't see the trooper from the passenger seat, but judging from his pause and stammer, he was just as enamored with Andy as I first was. Thinking back, I was quite lucky that I got to kiss and fool around with someone so beautiful for the past three days.

"L-license and registration, then I'll need to see your logbooks." Andy pulled out his license and grabbed the registration from the dash where I had it taped. The cop looked at his ID for a moment before speaking.

"You're driving an Ohio truck, but you only have single-state CDL approval in Nebraska. What's that about?"

"Actually, it's my friend's truck. I offered to drive with him since he wasn't going to make it back in time for another delivery. I'm only driving him to the state border, Sir!" Andy lied as easily as breathing. The cop asked for my ID, which prompted Andy to turn and grab my wallet from the dash. When our eyes met, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. He handed my info to the cop, along with my logbook. The officer then left to run everything. We tensely waited for the trooper to return. Andy accepted the documents back, placing them where he found them. Just as I thought the trooper was about to leave, he asked a very troublesome question.

"You look like hell, boy. What happened to you?" This was Andy's moment, he could tell the simple truth and I would be done for. I dimly watched the back of his wonderful, silky black hair as he replied to the trooper.

"Well... we stopped at the Route 7 bar around 4 hours ago. I didn't drink anything, but I got into a bit of a scuffle. My friend bailed me out. Don't worry, officer. I'm fine!" Andy's voice ended in a tone that I knew came with that dazzling smile of his. The officer was probably blinking the sun spots from his eyes this very moment. Wishing us well, the officer left. Andy closed the door, before adjusting his seat and putting the truck in drive and pulling off. We stopped across the street of the Route 7 bar, but we never went inside. Andy could probably give me a run for my money in a game of poker.

We drove in silence, along the road until we reached a truck stop near the Nebraska border. Andy put the truck in park, unbuckling his seatbelt as he walked into the back. I turned and watched him put the revolver back in the lockbox before shutting it. He then came to stand next to me. He clicked my seatbelt, tugging at my collar. "Come on..." Standing up from the seat, I let him guide me to the bed. Sitting down, I looked up at him. He stood there, with his hands on his hips. The motion lifted his shirt slightly, revealing his toned belly. He had a proud smile on his face as we spoke.

"Well, don't I get a thank you?" Lost in his bright, beautiful smile, I stared for a while before replying.

"You're an idiot." He laughed a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "He he, maybe." Stunned, I leaned my head forward until it came to rest against his stomach. I felt his hands rub through my hair for a minute before the cloth of his shirt lifted upwards. My face rested against his skin directly as he discarded the shirt to the side. I shifted my head, my lips resting against his belly button as I stared at his chest. My hands prints covered every inch of him, in various states of healing. The dark hickeys on his neck were so numerous that it looked like one large bruise. Lastly, his nipples were as bruised as everything else, with the right one still swollen. Tilting my head, I rested my forehead against his stomach. Andy signed as he spoke.

"Listen, don't worry about it, alright? I always bruise easily." I turned my head when I felt his thumbs enter the hem of his shorts. Seeing that he was about to push them down, I lifted my hands and held them in place. Andy signed, releasing his shorts and rubbing my head as he spoke.

"Hey, don't forget who kidnapped who, mister. You can do whatever you want to me, you know that right? For a kidnapper, you've been a little too nice in my opinion." I felt surprised as I heard his insane words. After everything he just did, he wanted me to treat him the same as before? No, it seemed like he wanted me to treat him worse. Resting my chin on his tummy, I looked at his face. He was blushing, like usual. However, he seemed sincere in his words. It felt almost too good to be true, keeping someone like this with no consequences. I wanted to mention his friends, his hometown. However, desire and greed welled up in my heart, preventing me from speaking. Andy pushed my shoulders back, speaking.

"Listen, just think of the possibilities, okay? Now I want to try something that I've been thinking about since yesterday." Andy guided me to the bed, planting a kiss on my lips. He had a horny smile on his face as he undid the button on my pants, before slowly pulling them down. Holding his face close, he giggled when my erection was freed from my underwear, flopping up and slapping into his lips. He gave the tip a few wet kisses before he impatiently tore at my jeans, pulling them completely free of my legs. Throwing my pants to the side, It looked like he couldn't return to my cock fast enough. Rubbing the inside of my thighs with his smooth hands, He licked my dick a few times as he worked his way down to my balls.

Reaching my sack he planted a few wet kisses on each side before he opened his mouth wide and sucked one into his mouth. I groaned at the strange sensation as he rolled his tongue up and down my sack. I felt him suck harder as he worked my other ball in his mouth. Feeling his warm, slimy mouth surround both of my balls, I groaned as a throb shot through my cock. Andy's eyes darted up at my tip as he let my balls fall out of his mouth. Grabbing my cock with both of his hands, Andy greedily opened his mouth and pulled the tip inside just as a glob of precum shot out. Moaning, Andy slurped up the liquid and quickly swallowed. Leaving the tip of my penis in his mouth, Andy looked me in the eyes and winked, before using both of his hands to slowly pump my dick.

He used his mouth to fully envelop the bulbous tip, forming an airtight seal. Andy swished his tongue back and forth against the underside of my tip, causing me to groan as another throb shook my cock. Andy smiled around my penis as he gripped his hand at the base and worked them upwards. Sucking in, he received a large glob of precum directly into his mouth. Andy looked at me again, rubbing his tongue and pumping my dick just as before. His cheeks bulged when more precum flowed out of my cock and into him. Seeing his impish expression, I realized that he wasn't swallowing it down anymore. I moaned at the sight, and watched him force pump after pump of my precum into his mouth.

His cheeks were quite swollen at his point, as he let one more pump pass his lips. Tightening his mouth, he slowly withdrew his lips along the head of my penis. Reaching the tip, Andy pressed his lips hard together as he withdrew my cock fully. Seeing that he didn't let a drop out, I almost felt like clapping. Andy kind of looked like a chipmunk from the way his face looked. I heard him swish the liquid around in his mouth before he swallowed. A loud gulp sounded out from his throat, but his mouth was still quite full. The sexy clerk swallowed two more times before his mouth was completely clear. Taking in a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide to reveal no more precum. He then smiled and laughed. I laughed along with him, which caused him to laugh harder. We both had tears in our eyes as our laughter died down. Andy wasted no time returning to my penis.

He never let go of my cock as he swallowed down each drop of precum as it came, and his eyes never left mine. I sat there for what felt like forever, letting this crazy slut that I found along the way treat my cock like a hose. Eventually, I lifted my head and looked back down at him. He showed no signs of growing tired or bored as he lovingly sucked my dick. Clearing my throat, I spoke to him.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Andy gulped down my latest contribution before releasing my head and speaking, tapping his cheek with my penis.

"How much precum do you have?" I just shrugged my shoulders, causing him to return the gesture before returning my penis to his mouth. Smiling, I spoke to him.

"I thought you didn't want blowjob duty?" Andy giggled around my cock, before pulling it out to speak.

"Someone has to do the job, captain." Andy threw me a mock salute as he gobbled up my cock once more. If Andy drank anymore, he was going to go down with the ship. Enjoying the sensations traveling up and down my shaft, I thought back on his words. I treated him too nice, huh? How could I be mean...

Forming a plan in my head, I leaned up on the bed. Andy kept his mouth on my penis, watching me as I moved. Putting strength in my legs, I stood up. Andy straightened out to maintain head to cock height. Grabbing the sides of his head, Andy smiled with his eyes as he put his hands on my legs. Gripping his head, I thrust my hips forward into him. I was rewarded as my cock traveled along his tongue and down into his throat. Andy took it like a champ, my penis going in and out of his throat without so much as a cough. Emboldened, I picked up my speed. I hadn't abused his throat yet, so I righted that wrong today. I looked down at Andy to see how he was holding up. tears were flowing from his eyes, but he maintained eye contact through my assault.

Pulling on his hair, I shoved my cock as deep as it would go. I pushed past thick muscle as I bottomed out deep in his throat. Holding the back of his head, I throbbed my cock to squeeze out a glob of precum. It got to skip his throat, as it was deposited directly down his esophagus and into his belly. Looking at Andy, I noted in alarm that his eyes were unfocused and fluttering as his throat spasmed slightly. He was leaning to the side, supported by my leg. Withdrawing my cock, I gave the poor kid a chance to breathe. Andy deeply inhaled as soon as my penis left his lips with a wet smack. Letting the young man catch his breath, I lifted him up and pulled him on top of me. Andy coughed a few times as he regained consciousness. Turning his head, He rested on my chest as he smiled up at me.

"S-see? No m-mercy... That's how a kidnapper should act." Andy's words stirred feelings of regret in me, knowing what he did today to save me. Despite this, Andy smiled widely as he planted some kisses on my chest before speaking.

"Don't let up now, I'm tired and defenseless. Go for the kill." Undeterred, Andy encouraged me to mess him up more. Baffled, I thought about how to one up my previous actions. Coming up with a plan, I flipped Andy over roughly so that he was on his back, spread eagle. I didn't really move his legs at all, the slutty boy just did that naturally. Sitting between his legs, I lifted his shorts free and away, staring at his creamy, long legs. Feeling along his smooth skin, my hand reached his bare foot. Running my fingers across his sole, the boy giggled and twitched at the tickling sensation. He had redone the nail polish on his toenails as well, the glossy black reflected the cab light. Placing his heel on my shoulder, I rubbed his other leg. Pinching his pristine skin, I saw his other foot had his sock on. It was then that I remembered employing his sock as a cum catcher, leaving the kid with only one clean one. Stripping this one off as well, I looked down at Andy, dressed in only his birthday suit.

Grabbing his legs under his knees, I spread them again. I had a good view of his ass and cock. His dick was the same as always, painfully erect. This guy was even better than I was at maintaining a boner. His puffy asshole waited patiently underneath his balls, and that was my current target. Shuffling forwards with my penis aimed at home base, I looked up and saw Andy biting his finger as he pulled his hair slightly. My tip met his abused anus, and I pushed against it. Instead of focusing on penetration, I instead focused on messing up that swollen ring of his. Andy groaned loudly, his face flinching from the pressure.