Jason and Andy: on the Road -

Next morning

(Andy's POV)

My eyelids fluttered as I felt a tickling sensation coming from my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw the morning light shining into the cab from the front windshield. Yawning, I looked down, only to see Mr. Kidnapper sleeping with his face resting against my chest. I suppressed a giggle as I felt his breath flow across my bare chest. Noticing that we were still both naked, I sighed as I held my arms around him tighter. Not having the heart to wake him when he was sleeping with a cute expression on his face, I stroked his head as I let my eyes close again.

(One hour later)

Feeling my kidnapper wake up, I smiled down at him as he opened his eyes. He seemed confused for a moment, just dimly staring at my bare chest, before he looked up to meet my eyes. I laughed as he averted his eyes, rolling over. Someone was shy when they woke up. Now laying on his back, the trucker yawned and covered his eyes with the back of his hand. Leaning in, I cuddled to his side and rubbed his chest. We laid there, content with the silence. At least he seemed content with the silence, I was bored.

I brought my face close to his, causing him to send me a look from under his hand. Smiling, I kissed his cheek with a loud smooch. He sighed, but didn't stop my advances. Growing more bold, I began kissing him all over his chest, neck, and face. Just as I began to trail down his chest with my kisses, aiming to go lower with my mouth, his hand on my head stopped me.

"Hey, I need to get driving if I'm going to make it in time. Let's get dressed." Frowning, I stuck my tongue out at him before I nodded. Standing up from the bed, I went over to where I hid my clothes last night. Bending over slowly, I took some time to grab my clothes from the floor. Turning my head, I saw Mr. Kidnapper quickly turn his head, as he put his underwear and pants on. Grinning to myself, I also got dressed. Pulling my crocs on, I turned as he put his shirt on. Waiting there, I smiled as he went to get into the front seat, only for me to be in his way. He just stood there, placing his hands on his hips. Before he could say anything, I reached out quickly and hugged him. He stiffened a bit, before eventually raising his arms and hugging me back. My face felt warm as I pulled away, sitting in the passenger seat. Clicking in our seat-belts, we pulled out of the lot and got back out on the road.

Watching the city buildings pass by, I checked my phone. A few of my friends had responded back to my messages, saying things like how they wish they had gone or mentioning how lucky I was to pose with a few of the more sexy cosplayers. I didn't have the heart to tell them that they asked me for the picture, not the other way around. My kidnapper found himself employed as a cameraman for most of yesterday, much to his dismay. He had changed ever since I bailed him out with the trooper. He has been doing a lot more things for me, just to make me happy. I didn't know how to process that information. I just decided to be happy about it, and to not delay his work any longer. If he got fired, where would we stay?

Turning on the music player again, we listened to more music as he turned onto I-80, headed west.

(Later that day)

I yawned, watching the red-orange sky as the sun started to set. I had no idea how Mr. Kidnapper could drive for so long without more breaks. We had stopped for food a few times today, which helped to break it up somewhat. We also made it through all of his Linkin Park albums. He showed me where he kept his CD's, but I didn't recognize any of the other disks. Placing a random one in and pressing play, my eyes felt tired as I gazed out over the corn field.

The trucker was surprisingly still keeping everything about himself close to the chest. I thought that we reached a new milestone, but he wouldn't tell me much about himself or his family. All I managed to get out of him were a few funny stories about his Ex's. During our conversations, I was the one talking most of the time. If he was uninterested, he didn't show it. He was a good listener. As we kept driving, I saw a large run of damage in the side of the corn field. It looked like someone went off road, destroying some poor farmer's crops. I laughed to myself, thinking of the farmer waking up to see that in the morning. Bad day.

Confusion entered my mind as I leaned forward, looking at a few of the houses that we drove by. They looked very familiar. When we stopped at a 4 way stop, my mind only grew more cloudy, as I recognized the street signs. I looked at the trucker, but he didn't meet my gaze. A sinking feeling made its way into my stomach.

I could only look on in shock as he pulled into the gas station, my gas station. Looking at the store front, I could see Blaire working behind the counter with Tim. Tim agreed to pick up my shifts this week so I could go to the con. The memories of me begging and bribing him came back, along with a strange sense of dread. The truck clicked into park as my kidnapper pulled the break. We sat there in the truck, not moving, not talking. It was his voice that broke the silence.

"...Andy, I... Listen, we... I don't fucking know." As quickly as he started, he gave up on talking as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Hearing him flounder caused my mood to lighten a bit, apparently he wasn't sure on anything either. Taking a deep breath, I slowly breathed it out as I spoke.

"So... this is it? Just dropping me off, huh." The man dropped his hand from his face, gripping the steering wheel.

"Yeah, that's my plan."

"Well, its a shitty plan." My eyes burned as I brought my knees up to my chest. I kept up with my deep breaths, trying to keep the moisture out of my eyes. I knew that this was a good thing, he was letting me go. He wasn't going to hurt me. If everything was supposed to be okay, why did I feel so terrible? I knew deep down that this couldn't last forever. It was so scary at first, but then it became fun. However, I couldn't deny that I was worried about my future every day that I spent in this truck. My heart wouldn't consider any logical reasoning right now, as I hurriedly asked "A-are you sure?"

"...Yes. You need to get back to your life, and I need to get back to mine." I wanted to be angry, to yell at him for trying to abandon me. Unfortunately, I couldn't muster up the passion. He wasn't abandoning me, we weren't together. He kidnapped me because he was scared of going to jail, and I just got confused somewhere along the way. If anything, I could say that he was trying to get me better. He thought about what I wanted, he took me to Comic-Con since he knew that I wanted to go so badly. He listened to my selfish, wanton requests, but made sure I didn't get hurt. He was far too invested to be simply dropping off the baggage, as it were. I let out a deep sigh, feeling like one year of my life fled from my lips. I felt emotionally drained. Seeing a glint of light reflecting off of metal in the corner of my eye, I turned my eyes. Then, I smiled as I got an idea.

(Jason's POV)

I felt like I needed a drink. Andy seemed to be taking it well. He was less resistant than I thought he would be. After a little bit more convincing, he should have no qualms walking out of the truck himself. He had work tomorrow night, so hopefully a good night's rest would set him back on the right track. The cool feeling of metal around my wrist caused me to open my eyes. Turning my head, I saw Andy standing next to me, wrapping one hand cuff around my wrist. Gazing up at him, I saw the determined look on his face. Leaning back in my chair, I looked up at him and said "What's your plan?"

"Blackmail." The unexpected response felt so out of character for Andy. I almost laughed at the thought of him trying to extort someone. Seeing my lack of response, Andy continued saying "I'll report you to the police if you don't do what I say." A bit of worry crept in my heart for a moment before it dissipated. I had no right to complain after everything that's happened. Nodding my head, I saw a tiny smile form in the corner of Andy's mouth before it disappeared. Andy tugged my arm a bit with the cuffs, saying "Get up."

Following his commands, I stood up from the chair. Andy grabbed my other arm, applying the other hand cuff before locking it in place as well. With both of my hands bound, I followed Andy as he pulled me back to the bed. With an errant tug and a push, I ended up sitting on the bed. I looked up at him, watching his face shift between several different expressions. Andy seemed unsure of what he wanted to do. While his mind seemed turbulent, his body was more honest. His face began to redden and his breathing took on a deeper pattern as he came forward, pushing me back onto the bed. Leaning back, I ended up staring straight up at the outrageously attractive person that I decided to kidnap last week. It was only around 5 days, but it felt like so long ago. Andy didn't give me more time to ponder as he leaned down and our lips connected.

Rough, and passionate. His lips greedily met mine as his tongue eagerly explored my mouth. I just closed my eyes, riding the high I felt every time he and I were together like this. The sounds of us making out were loud. If one of the windows were down, I'm sure that someone walking by would be able to hear us back here. Andy seemed unphased. In fact, it felt like he wanted to be even louder, as he moaned into my mouth as his hands groped along my torso. He gave my lips one more loud kiss before his retreated from mine. He sat up straight, straddling my waist, as he looked down at me. His cheeks were his signature rosy red after our kissing battle, and he seemed very sure of his next moves as he stood up.

The clothes he bought at Comic-Con tightly fit his form. His shirt stretched along with his chest as he breathed deeply, and he ran his hands down his sides to his hips. His black pants hugged his ass well, showing off the plump curves that I had pounded into time and time again. He was tenting hard through the tight fabric, the pulse of his cock very visible. He sighed as he undid his pants button, pulling everything down. His member shot up once it was given the space it needed. As he continued to remove his pants, I watched as his penis hopped up and down. It seemed like he had gotten bigger since I met him, and a thick glob of precum welled up on his tip before falling down to the floor. As Andy stepped out of his pants, he removed his shirt in one quick motion. Examining the naked clerk who had just cuffed me in the back of my own truck, I felt lucky that I got to take in such a sight.

His bruises were healing well, as I had been far less rough with him the past 2 days. A little more time, and it would almost look like he hadn't been roughly claimed by a random trucker and thoroughly abused in body and spirit. Staring at his tight, fuckable body, I sighed as my cock painfully pressed against where it was trapped in my pants. Hot lust filled my stomach as I looked at him, tempted to grab him and make him mine all over again. Despite the guilt I felt, I truly couldn't bring myself to regret pulling him into my shower and filling his poor, young ass with my cum. Intense desire came over me as Andy began working on my own pants. Feeling the clothes leave my legs, I shuddered out a breath as I looked at him admiring my cock. He better do something fast, otherwise I was going to grab him and fuck him until he couldn't walk straight ever again. I would pound his ass through and through no matter how much begging and pleading he did. As I imagined taking him away and never letting him go again, I gasped as I felt his mouth take in my cock.

His warm, wet mouth felt like heaven to my attention starved cock, and I groaned deeply as his lips ground against my shaft until they met the base. I gasped again, as I felt the powerful contraction from his throat swallowing force out a glob of my precum. The liquid was deposited straight down into his tummy, causing him to hum. Sounds of unknown origins left my mouth, feeling the pleasant vibrations as he started pumping his head up and down my penis. He never let more than half of my cock out of his mouth before he pumped back down to the base. Leaning my head back, I enjoyed the feeling of my cock fucking his throat as I fully embraced my fantasies of keeping Andy forever.

I wonder what his friends would think, if they knew just how good Andy was at taking cock. If Andy was this great at sex now, my whole body shuddered as I thought of how good it would feel to fuck him a year from now. A year of molding him into my personal fuck toy. Andy's loud gulps and slurps couldn't shake me from my thoughts, as his face pushed deep into my crotch. My dark thoughts continued as my head began to feel fuzzy. A very familiar tingling was present deep in my groin as I began to grunt with each motion of his head up and down. Just as I felt the first pump begin to work the spunk out of my balls, Andy quickly retracted his mouth from my penis.

My whole body cried out as my back arched. My hips plunged forwards, as my flared penis head tried to find any hole to dump my seed into. Instead of returning back into the wonderfully warm hole that just it left, my tip was instead met with a quick kiss from Andy's pretty lips. His full, plump lips sent a bolt of lightning down into my cock as it began throbbing madly. Frustrated, I lurched my body forwards, my soul demanding that I go balls deep into any hole that I could find. Surprising powerful hands clamped down on my hips, halting my movement. I could only watch in anguish as my penis wildly bounced in front of Andy's face. The boy was grinning like a mad man, switching his eyes between my face and my pitifully lonely cock. I felt like crying in frustration as my orgasm receded. The throbbing began reducing in intensity, before one last contraction caused my dick to lurch, sending off a long rope of precum.

Andy seemed to be eagerly awaiting this, as he opened his lips and caught most of the flying liquid into his mouth. I stared in awe, looking at his wonderful lips and long moist tongue as he left his mouth open. I waited impatiently, praying that he would let my penis back into that masterpiece of a mouth. My prayers went unanswered, as he closed his beautiful lips while the last of the throbs left my cock. Panting from the experience, I spoke angrily.

"Andy, what the fuck!?" Andy's smile widened as he kept his strong grip on my hips. He watched my penis like a hawk, making sure all traces of my orgasm had fled. Just as I was about to yell, he stood up and pushed me back down, crawling on top of me. He was careful, avoiding touching my penis with his smooth, sexy skin. I wished the frustrating clerk would slip, falling onto my cock balls deep. If that happened, I wouldn't let go of his body until I filled it with a gallon of my cum. He came to a rest over me, his ass maddeningly hovering over my cock. I frowned as my wishes didn't come true. My painfully erect cock pointed straight at his puckered hole, but I only occasionally brushed the bottom of his balls with my tip. Looking up, I watched his smiling lips part as he spoke.

"Since when does the victim get to make demands?" Looking up at his impish expression, I was about to tell him off, but he silenced me with his lips. Sucking his tongue aggressively, I felt elated when his hand gripped my cock. I tilted my hips, as he lined up my cock with his ass. Feeling the flesh of his puffy hole press against my tip, I groaned loudly as a spurt of precum shot directly into him. Andy giggled, planting a few kisses on my face as if rewarding me. He flexed his hips down an inch, forcing my head inside of him. I couldn't prevent my moans from leaving my lips as he stroked my cock, causing more precum to release inside his butt.

"Who needs lube when you're around?" I wasn't able to reply, as I was held captive by the feeling of his thin, white hand gripping and stroking my cock. He slowly jerked out another pump of precum, before removing his hand. I didn't have time to complain, as I felt his tight ring descend down until his bouncy butt pressed against my balls. I groaned, my thighs tightening as my cock throbbed three times, each own sending a rope of precum inside of him. Andy sat there, smiling as his ass happily accepted my load. His hole clenched rhythmically as he reached to the side to grab a condom. He opened it slowly, much to my anger. Wrapping the latex around his cock, he sighed before leaning back his body and bringing his hips up. I looked at where we were connected, his tight ring being pulled out slightly as it gripped my cock like it didn't want to let go. I groaned, bucking my hips as he slowly sat back down, impaling himself back onto my dick.

Andy let out a satisfied sigh as he began to pump his ass on my cock faster. His own cock was as rigid as steel, his flared penis pointing proudly up at the ceiling. His own loud moans filled the truck, not disguising one percent of his pleasure. I was lost in ecstasy, groaning as I felt each individual ridge of his anus slide up and down my hypersensitive dick. Our hips smacked together with loud slaps, causing him to giggle as he picked up his pace.

His breathing deepened and became rugged as it looked like he was about to cum. The combination of watching his sexy body bouncing on my lap and his loud, lewd moans caused my balls to tighten. A feeling far more powerful than before welled up in my nuts as I felt my orgasm build. My cock hardened to a painful degree as my moans increased in volume. Andy's asshole tightened further, giving me a clear view of his ring as he pumped his hips hard onto my cock. Just as I felt my penis throb, Andy sent himself balls deep onto my cock. The feeling caused me to groan loudly, but I felt a familiar sense of dread when he didn't continue fucking himself on my dick.

Looking at him, I watched a bit of drool spill out of his smiling mouth as his cock bounced wildly. Insanity filled my head as I thought about missing out on another orgasm. Putting strength into my legs, I thrusted forwards with my hips, trying to fuck his tight ass. Andy's hands clamped back down on my thighs, this time holding himself close to me. This resulted in me just lifting his body up and down, rather than plunging in and out of his sphincter like I wanted. This time, I did cry as my cock wildly throbbed inside of him. Hearing Andy moan suddenly, I watched as he hunched over slightly, as his cock throbbed and began to spurt cum into the condom as he gleefully looked down at me. It seemed my movements caused my tip to grind up against his prostate. Furious, I desperately pumped my hips, trying to drain my balls in his unprotected guts. Despite Andy's orgasm, he never let up on his grip, keeping us firmly connected and keeping my cock from fucking his hole like I wanted.

Andy's orgasm, which was petering out, doubled in intensity from my movements. I watched in fury as his eyes crossed and his tongue came out of his mouth as his penis filled the condom further, causing it to begin to swell like a balloon. A few more thrusts of my hips resulted in nothing for me, as my orgasm receded for a second time. Gasping for air, I collapsed on the bed. My cock throbbed inside Andy randomly, and I heard him take off the overfilled condom and throw it away. Desperate for release, I waited for Andy to move again, only to feel nothing.

Lifting my head up, I stared at his face. His smile seemed to be permanently etched in his face as he stared provokingly at me. He lifted his legs, resting his feet against my hips. His painted black toes curled as he leaned back on the bed, sighing loudly. As I stared at him, trying to catch my breath, I watched as he brought his hand up, flipping me off while also sticking his tongue out at me. Rational thought left my brain as I lunged forward, grabbing him by the throat with my cuffed hands. Andy's eyes widened, but his smile never left his face as I slammed him into the bed. Standing over him, my cock popped out from the movement. My precum leaked out of his anus as I knelt between his legs. Holding my cock in my hand, I looked into his eyes as I lined us up. I was overcome with an urge to wipe the cheeky look from his face, as I slammed my cock back inside of him.