At precisely 5.57pm I was standing at the truckers' stop exit with my small bag carrying an umbrella to make sure I would stand out.
I looked around at the unfamiliar trucks, massive beasts of the road and wondered which, if any, was his!. One started its engine and I looked across watching as it slowly jumped forward as its driver slammed it into gear and then drove past me. And so it was as I watched the third truck drive down the road and it was almost 6.15. My mind racing as I told myself I had been a complete and utter fool and that nobody was going to show up to take me along on the highway with them, to be a personal slave. What the hell had I been thinking about? I wouldn't know him even if I met him in the street! After all he had told me he was married so what interest did he have in an unknown guy from the UK.
Feeling depressed, I jumped as a big truck pulled alongside and the passenger door opened as if by magic. I grabbed my bag and trotted down to stand looking up. I almost dropped my bag in sheer shock. Not at all in a negative way, but to see this powerful and strong looking man at the wheel, a bushy beard and his shirt open at the chest to show a mass of curly salt and pepper hair. I stood in awe. My mouth must have dropped open as he suddenly shouted out angrily,
"Close your mouth, you look like a fucking gold fish! And get the fuck in here!"
I scrambled up shaking and closed the door after me, not knowing whether to shake hands or what.
"Hallo"
I said eventually as he slammed the truck into gear and we started off.
"Sir"
I added quickly looking at him nervously taking in the guy's strong masculinity, blue jeans, clean now but later to be stained and dirty, and shirt open at the top and straining a little over a slight belly. I wondered how big he was, his exact age and even what his wife and kids looked like. Four he had said and I didn't know whether they were sons or daughters. He suddenly tore me out of my dreams as I nervously fidgeted with the handles of my bag which I had between my legs.
"You buy them jeans I told you to?"
He grunted without even looking at me.
"Yes, Sir."
I replied quickly.
"Change, fucker, and put the bag in the back."
He glanced across at me almost in disdain and I felt a tremor go through me like a small electric shock as our eyes met. His, dark, unfriendly and somehow showing an inner strength both physical and psychological. He quickly gave me the once over inspection, and his stern expression relaxed somewhat when he saw my eyes wide open in awe and fear.
"Yes Sir"
I said hoarsely, my throat dry as I coughed. I opened my bag and took out a neatly folded pair of jeans, a size too small which I had had to buy. I had been instructed to wait until I was with my new master until I wore them as he did not want anyone else stopping to pick me up when I was dressed in them. I thought back to the embarrassment of buying them in the shop, trying to find a pair that was really tight in the crotch and yet long enough. I had tried on several pairs until I had found something which I hoped was acceptable.
I shucked off my trousers and started pulling the jeans up, light blue and disgustingly tight. I straightened my body in the seat, raising my butt up so I could slide the jeans up. I was struggling! My face screwed up a little as I awkwardly pulled them up over my underpants which already showed a slight bulge as my cock had started swelling the moment I had set eyes on him. I was turned on, but also daunted by his body and his manner. He was taciturn at the moment and gave no indication of what he demanded from me, or even whether he wanted me as his travelling companion! I wondered whether I would be turned out at the next stop and if so, hopefully would be able to grab my bag with me as I had no wish to land up in this huge country without my belongings. Fortunately I had my passport in my pocket, so tight in there it was perfectly safe as it wouldn't fall out or be taken out without a struggle. But my plane ticket was in my bag! What if....?
I grunted as I pulled them up and struggled to zip up, gasping at the extreme tightness and discomfort, lifting my body up from the seat to get them on properly. I sat moaning slightly as I looked down at the obscene bulge in the crotch as the fabric stretched tightly over my manhood. It had taken me ages to find a pair small enough and nasty enough hopefully to satisfy my master's exact demands that they should be ok in the leg and do up at the waist but to stretch nastily over my cock, which together with my balls was very obvious to see now. He had warned me in an email never to cross him and to carry out his instructions to the letter. I folded my other trousers as best I could and placed them in my bag before putting it in the back as ordered. Still he said nothing and I wondered what was going through his mind. I settled down in the seat and winced at the tightness of the fit, my manhood straining in my crotch. I looked across to see my master grinning slightly as he looked out at the road ahead.
