AUTHOR'S NOTE: The series, "A Boi's awakening" is the experience of Boi, who at 18, leaves the white evangelical Christian community that traumatized him because of his peculiar nature. While traveling across the country, He meets other queer people that seduce, exploit, help, or abuse him but he manages to endure.
Content warning
: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults. Non-consensual/forced rough sex, public exposure and humiliation, race-play, racism/white guilt, and watersports or piss play. It is not for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are under 18, or if you are offended by pornography, please do not continue to read. if material of this nature is illegal in your area and you continue to read it, it is your responsibility. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Chapter Three
Lonnie dropped us off at the house and sped away. We went inside and Jake began to direct the effort to clean up. Jim and Juanita were due home in a few hours and the place was a wreck. Half smoked joints and beer bottles were on the tables and shelves in the living room. The house smelled of sweat, pot, beer and cum. I immediately retreated to the bedrooms and collected all the lingerie for hand washing. I also had worn a couple of Juanita's dresses which would require at least a pressing. We all worked diligently at our tasks and in a few hours, I heard a car door slam, just as I was closing the lingerie drawer, with all of Juanita's items returned. I scurried into the living room and joined the boys on the couch as the door swung open.
"We're back," Juanita cheerfully greeted her brothers and smiled at me.
"I hope you did not get bored this weekend, Boi?" Jim asked with a wink.
"No Sir, Jake and Hector were perfect company."
"We did have a little trouble with the Jokers," Jake said.
"What the fuck - I told you boys to stay away from those racist assholes. You are gonna get yourselves killed," scolded Jim.
"It could not be helped, we stopped for gas and their leader noticed Boi, and was real interested," Jake continued and filled in all the details of the confrontation.
Jim nodded his head with growing concern, then interjected, "Boi, you need to get out of town fast. The Joker gang is real trouble, and I do not want you to be the source of a race riot."
"I understand. I was going to hit the road today and head up north towards Portland or Seattle as soon as I can get packed and hitch a ride."
"Why don't you stay put for now. It's too dangerous for you to be flagging a ride, if the Jokers are on your trail. I've got a couple of local runs to make right now but tomorrow, I am scheduled for a run to Portland. We can leave first thing in the morning."
I returned to the bedroom that I had been sharing with the boys, wondering where I would sleep tonight. Perhaps alone in the bag chair. I could not imagine fucking Jake or Hector with Juanita in the next room. While packing my knapsack, I noticed the sexy lace panties that Jim had given me were missing. I wondered if I left them hanging in the bathroom to dry and quickly moved to check. A quick scan revealed they were not there and as I turned to continue my search; Juanita stood blocking the doorway holding my panties in her hand.
"Looking for these, you bitch." She glowered at me, as I grappled for a response.
"These are a match to a pair of mine that went missing a couple of months ago. Jim gave them to you, didn't he? Don't lie to me bitch."
"Yes, they are mine." I hung my head in shame, hoping she would not probe further.
"How long have you been fucking my husband, slut? ..... Don't answer that with a lie. I want you gone as of right now. Put your little slut panties in the backpack and get the fuck out, before I lose my cool, and scratch your little whore eyes out of your face."
"...but Juanita I, er, ..."
"Shut the fuck up and get out."
She tossed the panties at me and went to her room slamming the door. The brothers were nowhere to be found, so I grabbed my bag and quickly left the house, headed up the residential street to the main road. It was about a 30-minute walk to the interstate highway, where I figured I could quickly flag a ride and at least get out of town. I was very concerned about running into the bikers when I did not have Jim to protect me. I texted Jim a quick note, letting him know my plans, but he was driving, and it could be a while before I received a response. I just needed someone to pick me up and get me well out of town to be safe from the gang. As I approached the north bound on ramp, I rearranged my hair and clothes, to be as alluring as possible, and stuck out my thumb as a pickup truck full of men roared by.
"Faggot!" Whoops of laughter flowed from the open windows along with the slur and a fast-food bag of trash hurled in my direction. I managed to dodge the trash as another car sped by, the driver staring fixedly ahead and ignoring my pleading looks for help. Several more cars passed in the next 15 minutes until I noticed and 18-wheeler with a trailer load of junk cars approaching. I put forth my biggest smile and was rewarded with the sounds of down shifting and air brakes as the driver slowed down and rolled to a stop on the shoulder. I approached the passenger door, which was being held open by a bearded, rough looking man in his late 30's.
"Hop in friend, if your headed north."
"Thank you, Sir, I am headed to Portland, and I really appreciate you stopping for me."
I glanced the livery markings on the truck door, and was unsettled by the logo "Gator Wrecking". It seemed oddly familiar, but I could not place it exactly. As I settled into the seat, and stashed my pack at my feet, the driver was already accelerating onto the on ramp.
"You are in luck; I'm going all the way to Portland."
It was then I remembered that Gator was the name of the biker that had threatened me. I looked nervously to the driver, then the speedometer, and finally the door handle. As I was assessing my chances for escape, a hand emerged from the sleeper cab behind me, and wrapped tightly around my neck, forcing an ether-soaked rag over my nose and mouth. I bucked, screamed and struggled but was quickly overcome by fumes. My last vision was of the smiling driver as my consciousness slipped away.
I awoke in a cold, damp, well lit room that looked like a workshop of sorts. Florescent lights hung over a work bench that was stacked with car parts. The floor was concrete and stained with grease and oil. I was tied face down, to a small bed in the corner of the room. My arms and legs were attached to an iron bed frame at each corner. I was also naked. Gator, was sitting on a stool at the foot of the bed, manipulating a coat hanger with a pair of plyers.
"Good morning, Princess. We gave you a little shot to help with the nausea and to keep you under overnight. I trust you are feeling better now?"
