I had picked him up an hour ago hitchhiking along the highway. It was getting dark soon and he eagerly jumped in my truck when I stopped and offered him a ride. He was young looking, a bit on the skinny side but with a cute face. He had mid length wavy blond hair. He had the usual story, 18 years old and looking for adventure but with no money or real goals. He had been hitchhiking for a couple of days now and hadn't made it as far as he had hoped. Little did he know his plans were about to be completely thrown out.
We made some small talk for an hour or so before I made my move. I stopped the truck, saying I needed to take a leak. Leaping on him I drag him into the back of my sleeper cab, pulling him onto the cot. I throw him face dorn and jump on top, pinning him under my body. Shocked, he struggles and cries, writhing against my grip. I sit up, pinning his arms with one hand behind his back as I reach into a compartment, pulling out a roll of duct tape. The kid is struggling with all of his strength but I am much bigger and stronger than him. I tape his arms together, wrist to elbow, winding the tape round several times to ensure he is secured. With that done I reach into my laundry bag and grab a dirty sock. Roughly grabbing him by the hair, I yank his head up from the bed. His pained cry is cut short by the sock that I shove into his mouth. I force it all the way in before securing it in place with a couple of winds of tape.
With my prize secured I take a moment to revel in victory. I slowly slide myself down his squirming body, pressing by body over his. My cock aches, straining against my jeans as I press it against his clothed ass. My face is pressed into his neck, breathing in his sweet, faintly musky scent. Using my hands a forced his face sideways, pressing his cheek into the cot. He looks at me with a scared and teary eye as he mumbled unintelligible words. He is likely begging me to stop and let him go. That he won't tell anyone and that we can both move on. Unluckily that isn't and option for him.
Using my knees I forced his legs open, grinding my crotch onto his ass. The tears are really flowing now and I lick his face, enjoying the salty taste and the way the boy tries to cringe away from my tongue. I continue to dry hump him for a minute or two, kissing his tear streaked face and nibbling on his earlobe. I move a hand under his him, feeling below his shirt and playing with his nipples. I feel my excitement building to a climax and it takes some willpower to stop myself. But there is far more to do before we are finished.
Sitting up again I shimmy down his body until I am sat just below his butt. His knees are still pinned open by mine. I reach under and undo his belt, pulling it off and setting it aside. I unzip his jeans, sliding them down and pulling them off as well. Underneath the boy wears a pair of boxer briefs. I suspect he buys underwear a size too small as his ass cheeks strain against the fabric. I marvel at his perfect round ass, firm and pert with more size than I expected from a skinny kid such as him.
Reaching down I grip a cheek in each hand, kneading and massaging them, moving one hand underneath and feeling at the bulge of his crotch. This causes the kid to cry anew and buck against me. I am knocked back as the boy kicks out wildly, catching me in the chin. Pain shoots through my head as I am disoriented and falling back against the wall of the truck. The kid is scrambling, trying to escape the cab but I quickly move on him, lifting him by the neck and slamming him back onto the bed. He is on his back now, still kicking at me. Angry I grab the tape again. Pinning his legs against his thighs and binding them with tape, the boy is effectively frogtied.
The kid continues to struggle and scream through his gag. Leaning over him I grip his neck. I am kneeling on the bed now, pinning his bound legs against his torso. His feet pressed into my stomach. My face is inches from his as I slap him hard with my free hand. Shock registers on his face as the pain hits him. I follow this up with three more hard slaps. Cheeks shining red from the abuse, the fight is almost completely gone from the boy. I give him the option of either cooperation or more punishment and in response the defeated boy stops struggling.
With that done I move myself down his body and back to his crotch. I hold his legs wide with my hands as I bury my head into his underwear. Sniffing, licking and rubbing myself against his bulge. The smell is intoxicating, I can't help but drink up his musky boy scent. I start sucking him through the fabric of his underwear, moving my hands up to play with his body at the same time. Slowly I feel his cock stir under my affections. Growing hard I realise the lad has a sizable member as it strains against the thin barrier enclosing it.