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This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read.
This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone.
Trucker Jack
Chapter 1
The neon lights of the truck stop flickered, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. The air was thick with the scent of diesel and sweat, mingling into a potent cocktail that clung to the senses. The rumble of engines vibrated through the ground, a constant reminder of the lifeblood of this place--truckers, endless miles, and seedy secrets.
Inside the diner, the clatter of dishes and low hum of conversation provided a false sense of normalcy. It was here, in this greasy spoon, where men like him found what they were looking for. He sat at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. His name was Jack, but the side of his semi had the name "Big Bad Wolf," and for good reason. At 6'5" and 300 pounds, he was a mountain of muscle and hair, his legendary 10-inch cock a whispered legend among those who knew him.
Jack's gaze settled on a man across the room, a younger guy who looked in his early twenties, sitting alone. The kid had that look--desperate, hungry, and looking for something dangerous, and completely out of place. Jack smirked to himself, taking another sip of his coffee as he watched the boy fidget with his straw, nervously glancing around the room.
The kid had come here tonight with one purpose: to find Jack. He had heard the stories on the internet about the trucker known as the Big Bad Wolf, and he wanted to see if they were true. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt Jack's eyes on him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.
The kid stood up abruptly, causing his chair to scrape loudly against the floor. He took a deep breath and walked over to the counter, his legs trembling slightly. He sat down next to Jack, careful to keep a respectful distance but close enough to make it clear he was interested.
"Mind if I sit here?" his voice cracked slightly, betraying his nerves.
Jack turned his head slowly, his dark eyes locking onto kid's. There was no warmth in his gaze, just a cold, calculating assessment. "Sure. But you might want to think twice before you get too comfortable."
The kid swallowed hard; his mouth suddenly dry. "I... I heard things about you. About what you like. And I think... I think I might be into that."
Jack's lips curled into a sneer, revealing a hint of teeth. "Oh? And what exactly have you heard, little boy?"
The kid's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he forced himself to continue. "I heard you like to... dominate. That you take what you want. I think I could? I could be what you need."
Jack leaned in closer, his massive frame looming over kid. "Don't mistake desperation for desire, faggot. You don't know what you're asking for."
The kid's heart raced, his pulse throbbing in his ears. "I know what I want, Mr. Wolf. And I want you to show me."
"So this is all about what you want, eh? I don't give a shit what you want. Everyone that knows me, knows that I'm a selfish asshole who uses faggots like you and tosses them aside worse than how I found them. Hell, I still have some dried blood flaking off on my cock from fucking this faggot this morning. My cock was so thick, he was screaming that I was too big for him, begging for me to stop. I stopped ten minutes and hundreds of to-the-root thrusts later. You faggots are all the same. You beg for my ten inches and can't handle it for one second."
"I need to be dominated." The kid responded before adding, "Sir."
Jack's hand shot out, grabbing him by the back of his neck and yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart. The older man's grip was iron, squeezing just enough to hurt without breaking. "You sure about that, faggot? Once we start, there's no going back."
His breath came in short gasps, his mind reeling from the sudden contact. He could feel the heat radiating off Jack's body, the rough texture of his skin under his fingers. "I'm sure," he managed to whisper, though his voice trembled.
Jack released him, leaning back and studying the timid kid with a measured gaze. "Alright then. Let's see what you're made of."
Without another word, Jack stood up, his towering form casting a shadow over the counter. He tossed a few bills onto the table, signaling his intent. The kid scrambled to his feet, following obediently as Jack led him out of the diner and into the cool night air.
"My name is?"
Jack immediately cut him off. "Don't give a shit what name you go by. Your name is now 'Faggot' or sometimes 'Cunt.' You got that Faggot?"
"Yes Sir."
They walked in silence to the far end of the parking lot, where Jack's rig loomed ominously in the darkness. The big rig's engine purred softly, ready for the road, but tonight it would serve a different purpose. Jack climbed up into the cab, pulling Faggot in after him.
Once inside, Jack wasted no time. He pushed Faggot against the wall of the cab, his hands roaming over the younger man's body with ruthless efficiency. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Faggot hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his fingers trembling as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He let them fall to the floor, standing naked in front of the imposing figure of Jack. The older man's eyes roamed over him, assessing every inch of flesh with a critical eye.
"Good boy," Jack murmured, his tone laced with approval. "Now, get on your knees."
Faggot dropped to the floor, his knees hitting the hard floor with a clang. He looked up at Jack, his heart pounding in his chest, anticipation and fear warring within him.
Jack unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to reveal his massive erection. The sight of it made Faggot's mouth water, his throat tightening with both fear and desire. Jack reached down, gripping Faggot's hair and pulling his head forward.
"Suck it," Jack commanded, his voice devoid of any tenderness. "Show me how much you want it."
Faggot opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head of Jack's cock. The taste of pre-cum hit his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine. He began to bob his head, sucking tentatively at first, then with more urgency as Jack's grip tightened on his hair.
Jack groaned, his free hand reaching down to stroke himself as Faggot worked his mouth. "That's right, boy. Take it all. Show me you can handle it. If you can't, don't worry, I'll just keep shoving."
Faggot struggled to take more of Jack's length, gagging slightly as he tried to swallow the enormous shaft. His eyes watered, but he pressed on, determined to prove himself.
After a few torturous minutes, Jack pulled back, jerking his hips away from Faggot's eager mouth. "On your knees and lean over the bunk," he ordered, his voice rough with lust.
Faggot complied quickly, positioning his knees on the floor of the cab. He felt Jack move behind him, the weight of the man's presence heavy in the confined space. A moment later, he felt the blunt pressure of Jack's cock against his entrance, pressing insistently.
"Relax," Jack growled, lining himself up. "Let me in."
Faggot clenched his jaw, trying to steady his breathing as he felt Jack's fingers prodding at his hole, preparing him. The sensation was electric, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shocks through his system. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to cry out as Jack's fingers probed deeper.
"That's it," Jack encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Take it like a good cunt."
And then, without warning, Jack thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Faggot gasped, his entire body tensing as the impact reverberated through him. The pain was intense, but beneath it was a simmering heat that he couldn't deny.
Jack held still for a moment, allowing Faggot to adjust to the invasion. Then, with a muttered curse, he began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with brutal force. Each thrust was punishing, driving deep into Faggot's core and leaving him breathless.
Faggot moaned, his hands clutching at the floor of the cab as Jack rutted into him with relentless determination. The older man's pace was unrelenting, his cock pistoning in and out with machine-like precision. Faggot could feel his own arousal growing, the pain becoming entwined with pleasure until he wasn't sure where one ended and the other began.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Jack grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Taking it like a champ, aren't you?"
Faggot could only whimper in response, his mind fogged with sensation. He felt Jack's hands on his hips, gripping tightly as he continued to pound into him, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge.
"Tell me, boy," Jack demanded, his voice cutting through the haze. "Do you want more?"
Faggot's voice was barely audible, a strangled cry amidst the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. "Yes... please... more..."
Jack chuckled darkly, his grip tightening even further. "Good answer."
With that, he surged forward, driving into Faggot with renewed vigor. The younger man cried out, his body arching involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He could feel his orgasm building, teetering on the brink as Jack's relentless assault pushed him ever closer.
"Are you fucking playing with yourself Faggot?" Jack screamed at the boy. "That doesn't concern you." He smacked the back of the fag's head. "Put your hands on my bed and keep them there." Jack smacked his head a few more times. His breath became erratic. "There is only one dick that matters Faggot." He reaches under, grabs the faggot's cock and balls, and squeezes them tight. "And it certainly ain't this useless thing."
The faggot screamed loudly. Because of Jack parking away from everyone else and this stop being known for the questionable actions of its patrons, the screams were either not heard or ignored.
Jack groaned, his own climax approaching as he felt Faggot's inner walls clamp down on him. With one last powerful thrust, he came, filling Faggot with his seed as he roared out his release.
Several spurts shot from his cock filling up the Faggot's cunt.
"Clamp down. Don't spill a fucking drop and stay there."
Slowly he pulled out of the Faggot's cunt. Getting up, there was not much room to move about. He decided to sit on his bunk, but instead of telling the faggot to move, he just threw on leg over the boy's torso and sat down on his forearms, trapping the faggot in place.
He grabbed the fag's head and positioned it so that his massive deflating cock was right in front of the faggot's mouth.
Pointing to a skid mark on his cock, "Clean up your mess." Instantly, the fag started licking and sucking. This surprised Jack. Normally, the faggots he used would be repulsed at clean up duty. That never stopped him from jamming his cock in anyway.
Jack leaned back in his elbows, his large frame filling the tight area in the cab. He looked down at Faggot, who started ball washing Jack's pendulous balls, with a mixture of amusement and authority. "You know, Faggot, I can cum multiple times," he said, his voice dripping with dominance. Faggot's eyes widened slightly, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him.
"You ever eaten ass before?" Jack's question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Faggot shook his head, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. He told Jack thought had crossed his mind before, but he had never had the courage--or the opportunity--to act on it.
"Thought so," Jack grunted, reaching over to a large but inconvenient storage compartment. He pulled out a small, metal rim seat, its surface polished and cold. He told the faggot to lay on the floor with his cunt right up against the bunk and his head between the seats. Jack set it on the floor over the faggot's face. "Put your hands above your head on either side of my gear shift."
Jack now stands above his new toilet slave.
"Now look up at me. What you are about to do is something that I require faggots to do to show their true nature. My ass hasn't been washed in a couple days. I took a massive shit this morning at the broken-down rest stop, and I did my best wiping, but I don't think I got everythign. You are going to clean it all. Do no gag. Do not complain. Do not vomit. And do not stop until I tell you. And keep your hands touching my legs. I want to know what they are doing, and more importantly no doing, at all times."
Faggot hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The smell of sweat and musk was strong, intoxicating in its intensity. And yes, there was a smell of shit.
Jack lifted himself slightly off the seat, spreading his legs wider to give Faggot better access. "Start by licking around the hole," he instructed, his tone brooking no defiance. Faggot extended his tongue, pressing it against the warm, hairy flesh just outside Jack's shitter. The taste was musky, earthy, and undeniably masculine. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and despite his nerves, a thrill of satisfaction ran through him.
He licked slowly at first, savoring the sensation of Jack's skin against his tongue. But Jack wasn't satisfied with slow. He reached down, grabbing a handful of Faggot's hair and pulling him closer. "Faster, boy," he demanded, his grip tightening. Faggot obeyed, increasing the speed of his licks, each one more determined than the last.
The sound of Faggot's wet tongue slurping against Jack's skin filled the small cab, mixing with the labored breathing of both men. Jack's thighs trembled slightly with each lick, his cock twitching in response. Jack could tell that the faggot wanted to please this man and to be used in a way with that as the goal.
As Faggot continued to lap at Jack's asshole, Jack released his grip on Faggot's hair, allowing him to work more freely. "Now, stick your tongue inside," Jack commanded, his voice low and gravelly. Faggot hesitated, the thought of penetrating another man's most private part both thrilling and terrifying. But he remembered the last look in Jack's eyes--dark, intense, and hungry--compelled him forward.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against Jack's puckered hole, feeling it give way under the pressure. Slowly, he pushed deeper, the tightness of Jack's muscles gripping his tongue like a vice. Jack groaned, his body swaying slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent jolts of electricity through Faggot's body.
"That's it, boy, keep going," Jack urged, his voice a growl of approval. Faggot obeyed, pushing his tongue further into Jack's rectum, exploring every inch of the warm, tight space. The taste grew stronger, more intense, and Faggot found himself almost losing control. His own cock was rock hard, and he could do nothing about it.
Jack's hands returned to Faggot's head, fingers buried in his hair as he guided the younger man's efforts. "Now, fuck me with that tongue," Jack ordered, his voice hoarse with desire. Faggot complied, moving his tongue in and out of Jack's asshole, mimicking the rhythm of penetration.
The sounds of their moans together filled the cab, the heat between them growing almost unbearable. Jack's breathing became ragged, his body trembling with each thrust of Faggot's tongue. "Harder," he grunted, his grip on Faggot's hair tightening once more. Faggot obliged, driving his tongue deeper and harder into Jack's ass, the muscles clenching around him like a vise. Jack's balls bounced on Faggot's forehead, furiously.
Jack's moans grew louder, his body arching as he fought to maintain control. "Fuck, you're good, boy," he panted, his voice a mix of praise and frustration. Faggot could feel the tension building in Jack's body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust. He knew Jack was close, and he redoubled his efforts, desperate to bring this dominant trucker to climax.
Suddenly, Jack's body stiffened, his hands gripping Faggot's hair with bruising force. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice strained with effort. He scooted back on the rimseat and pointed his cock to Faggot's mouth. The fag barely had time to react before Jack's cock erupted, shooting jets of hot cum filling his mouth.
As Jack's orgasm subsided, his grip on Faggot's hair loosened. "Good fag," he murmured, his voice soft and approving. Faggot felt a surge of pride, a sense of accomplishment that bordered on euphoria. He had pleased Jack, had given him what he wanted, and in doing so, had fulfilled a dark fantasy of his own.
Jack sat back on the rim seat, breathing heavily as he recovered from his climax. "That was just the start," he said, his voice returning to its usual commanding tone. "There's more where that came from. But for now?"
Before Jack could finish his sentence, Faggot felt a sudden urge, a compulsion to push further, to explore the limits of his submission. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips against Jack's still-twitching asshole, kissing it gently before daring to speak.
"Can I? can I stay here for a while? Keep tasting you?" Faggot's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of fear and hope.
Jack's eyes narrowed, considering the request. "You want more?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Faggot nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The thought of spending more time in this position, exploring every inch of Jack's body especially his shithole, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jack's lips curved into a sly smile, surprised by Faggot's response. "Sure" he said, shifting slightly in his seat to give Faggot better access. "Show me how much you want it."
The faggot started licking, but it was at a more relaxed pace.
Jack bored down a little so that Faggot could stick his tongue in deeper into Jack's shithole. A fart escapes and Faggot doesn't flinch. Jack is enjoying this attention. Normally random bitch boys want to service his ten-inch dick, and for the most part Jack enjoyed using his cock to wreck the bitch boys' throats and cunts before they were thrown out of his semi on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, usually naked and driving off. Unless he demanded it, his shithole was usually neglected. But here was a slave boy wanting his hole over his cock.
Jack asked Faggot how long he's been licking ass.
He said, "About an hour."
Jack smacked Faggot's pecker for giving such a stupid answer. "I'm not talking about with me, when did you start slurping mens' asses?"
The faggot replied, "No you're my first."
Jack was shocked. He asked how he knew so much about it. The slave said that he watched videos on the internet and would jerk off to the biggest loads when a young man like himself was tongue fucking a big man like Jack and his very beefy and hairy ass.
"You're lying to me, but you know what? I don't care."
Jack asked him if he needed to be somewhere in the morning. He said that he's living on the streets after his dad kicked him out when he found out that he was blowing the dad's boss.
Jack told him that he's going on a four-day run. He wanted to try out Faggot's servitude on the road. He laid down some rules. First was that Faggot would be naked at all times unless Jack says otherwise. Faggot would not play with himself; in fact Jack planned on installing a chastity cage on Faggot's flaccid dick. Third, his mouth was not for speaking but for licking Jack's asshole. This includes toilet paper service. Faggot licked his lips and smiles when he hears this. Forth and foremost, Jack was in control of everything. He was a total control freak. This included all forms of sex with Jack especially the raunchier side.
Faggot gleefully said yes to everything. Amateur or not, Jack was truly amazed by his enthusiasm.
Jack said that they have half an hour of waiting until they can hit the road. His shithole is going to be planted firmly over the faggot's mouth.
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