CONTINUED FROM PART SEVENTEEN
Dave blew a ring of cigar smoke at Frank as he rubbed his cock. Frank couldn't take his eyes off the big man staring at him, gawping at him, getting turned on by him as he fingered his own arse and played with his nipples, which had now gone pert and stiff.
"Yeah Boy," said Dave, "you want my vibrator in your ass, you want me to make you cum... bitch ?" He said it as if he didn't care whether Frank did or didn't... he was gonna have his fun and didn't give a fuck whether Frank did... though Frank did, and Frank was finding this such a turn on. He didn't care if he had to... perform for this big pervy queer trucker and his chubby lover anymore, he wanted to get used and abused by these two if it meant that he would get played with...
Jesus, Frank ! He thought to himself, what the fuck is happening with you ?
Frank was so busy performing for Frank that he hadn't noticed that Pete had pulled off the road and into a quiet layby where he had brought the truck to a halt. Pete undid his seatbelt and turned to climb into the back of the cab, where he spotted Dave's big cock standing to attention.
"Gotta have some of that, Sir !" he remarked, bending over to take Dave's prong in his mouth whilst rubbing his lover's chest through his shirt. Dave continued to puff on the cigar, grunting as his cock was worked on by one boy whilst the other gave him something kinky to watch.
"Yeah, that's it, Pete, show this fat cunt how to suck my dick... ohhhh." Frank couldn't help but watch the younger of his two captors gobble down on Dave's thick meat, enjoying pleasing his lover. Frank realised he was staring at Pete's fat ass...
"Turn around, Boy," came the command from Dave. "Bend over and show me that nice ass..."
Frank did as he was told. He was sure he was blushing as he turned around in the confined space, bending over to expose his naked buttocks, framed in the straps of the tight black rubber shorts.
"Spread your asscheeks, bitch, show me that tight asshole." came the order. Frank obeyed, grabbing each of his beefy buttocks and pulling them apart so that Dave could see his asscrack and the tight pink entrance within. He winced as the weals on his asscheeks reminded him of the many beatings he had endured since his abduction.
"Yeah, that's it... ohhh yeah...."
Frank could guess what was going on, Pete was no doubt sucking on Dave's cock like there was no tomorrow, eager to have Dave's spunk in his mouth. Frank tried as best he could to gaze between his outstretched legs to see. His asshole felt like it was twitching.
"Finger his hole, Pete, make him moan like the bitchcunt he is..."
Frank saw Pete move his left arm from Dave's chest, then his view was obscured, and then... a stubby finger rubbed up and down his asscrack. Frank moaned and pushed back, eager to get impaled on the digit, his lower regions sensitised by Dave's use of the vibrator earlier. He wanted to cum... badly.
Frank gasped as Pete's finger found it's aim and poked into his most sensitive spot...
"ooohhh..." he murmured, then blushed.
"Fucking love that, love anything up your arse don't you Frankyboy ?" asked Dave, who was moaning and grunting in pleasure now.
"Yes, oh yes Master Dave..." Frank felt ashamed saying it, but he did.
"Pete, swap places with him, this fat fucker needs to suck me off again, cos I think he's getting to like the taste... and you deserve to fuck his tight hole again..." said Dave, gently reaching down to lift his lover's head from his dripping cock. Pete lifted his head up to kiss Dave on the lips, then moved across to where Frank was trying to kneel upright.
"Move over boy," Pete said, slapping him on the ass. "Time to get spitroasted..."
Frank turned around to face Dave, moving to take the position Pete had just left, kneeling on all fours with his head bent forward into Dave's lap... he opened his lips and took Dave's cock in to his mouth as Dave pushed his head firmly down. From behind he felt Pete spread his legs apart and then heard him unzip his jeans.
Pete did the same with his cock as he had with his finger, rubbing it up and down Frank's asscrack, then over his hole... then he jammed it in all the way to the end. Frank would have screamed but for the cock filling his mouth.
"Yeah, it's fucking still tight, Sir... fuckin' unbelievable...!" cried Pete as he began to thrust deeply in and out of the impaled lorry driver, whilst almost in unison Dave pushed Frank's mouth up and down on his cock.
"Ohhhh, it's fucking good ain't it, just like his mouth..." replied Dave. "Gonna fill him from both ends, ain't we...?" He moaned as Frank choked on his dick, his eyes watering.
"Yeah, Dave, gotta big load to spew up his tight hole... want to cum... but not yet though, let's dump them in him... together..." Pete slapped Frank on the ass.
Frank wasn't aware but he was thrusting his ass backwards onto Pete's cock as Pete thrust forward, deep into his tight ass.
Frank wondered if anyone was going to drive along the road, look up into the back of the cab, and see him on all fours with a cock buried in each end... he bloody well hoped that nobody from his firm was driving down this road...
Trapped between the two men, Frank could do nothing but take it, the sounds and smells and tastes taking over his mind once again, his own cock eager to get hard in the cock cage, as his mind and body were stimulated by his captors. Dave and Pete were now grunting and moaning and groaning quite loudly now, their orgasms approaching, so Frank knew what he had to do. He winced as he clenched his asshole around Pete's pistoning dick as it thrust in and out of his ass, Pete holding firmly onto his hips to drive it home, and at the same time he tried to get as good a tight grip with his lips and tongue around Dave's throbbing thick stiff meat, his eyes watering as he coughed and spluttered on it.
Not long now, he thought... please God... he didn't know if he could take any more... but he felt like he was enjoying it... was that wrong...?
Suddenly, there came a loud cry from Dave: "Here it comes, Boy !" Frank heard something from Pete, not sure what... and then Frank's throat swelled as Dave shoved his cock as far in as he could, the thick prong spewing sticky white goo down his tortured throat, as from behind Pete slammed his dick all the way into Frank's ass so that he too could shoot his own load as far into the poor lorry driver's guts as possible.
Frank's head was spinning as he struggled to breathe, the sensations overwhelming him, the feeling of cocks emptying, throbbing, into either end of his racked, exhausted body filling his senses. Dave relented with his grip and pulled his dick from Frank's throat, the last few dregs of his load emptying into his mouth, over his tongue.
Frank relaxed, and was able to suck on Dave's prick eagerly but gently, wanting to savour every last drop of his Master's spunk. He hated being used as a cumdump by these two, but... somewhere, deep inside his head, he thought he loved it.
Finally, there came a noise from the two men.
"Good Boy, you enjoyed that didn't ya?" said Dave, patting him on the head like he was some sort of dog. Meanwhile, Pete was squeezing Frank's buttocks firmly, his cock still buried deep in Frank's ass. This made Frank moan in simultaneous pain and pleasure.
Frank blushed. He had.
The lorry cab had pulled out back onto the road, Pete again behind the wheel, whilst behind him in the back lay Frank and Dave, much in a similar position to when this had all started. Frank's trousers were still around his ankles, his ass naked and available in the frame of the rubber shorts. His wrists were cuffed behind him again, and Dave was spooned tightly in behind him, his cock once more sandwiched between Frank's plump asscheeks. Frank could occasionally feel a dribble of spunk ooze out of Dave's piss-slit onto his lower back when the truck went over a bump in the road, followed by a moan from Dave.
He wasn't gagged this time, but Dave's fingers of his right hand were in Frank's mouth, being licked clean of Pete's spunk that Dave had scooped roughly from his asshole earlier. The combination of the sucking and the warmth of Dave's big body behind him, coupled with the exertions he had been put through, had become too much for Frank, and although he tried to fight it, he was drowsy.
He fell asleep, vaguely aware that Dave too, had done the same.
The cab drove on to God knows where...
TO BE CONTINUED