2004-09-16 - lthr_jock - Hitchhiker - Part 1

Author: lthr_jock
Title: Hitchhiker
Date: 16 September 2004

It started out as a pretty ordinary day. After work, Andy had promised to help Jack and Dave move some furniture and had gone to pick up a removal van from the hire firm. Getting in, he folded his suit jacket on the seat beside him, loosened his tie and undid his top button. When he got to Jack & Dave's he could change into the casual clothes he had in his sports bag.

The evening shouldn't take long - just a few things to move and then he'd take the van back. Should be plenty of time for his evening workout. Andy grinned as he settled into the driving seat and rolled the window down. Rolling his sleeves up, he enjoyed the feeling as he flexed his muscles under the tight cloth. At 6ft2' and 40 years old, Andy was still well muscled, his greying hair tightly cropped against his head, a tight goatee setting off his broad chin and blue eyes. An ex-rugby player, his chest filled his shirt out and his thighs and calves stretched his trousers.

Thinking about his workout, Andy pulled off in the can and turned into the stream of traffic. The journey to Jack and Dave's was about 30 minutes, but on this night the traffic was a bitch. Despite trying several routes, Andy found nothing but queues of traffic and after 45 minutes used his mobile to let them know he was stuck and was going to be quite some time. They re-assured him there would be no problem but Andy groaned as his workout was now looking less likely. Turning to the map he spotted a potential route - well out of his way, but possibly clearer.

After 10 minutes he found himself away from the traffic but headed the wrong direction in an area that he wasn't familiar with. Steering cautiously around, he spotted a signpost for the village he wanted and turned down a deserted B-road. After about 2 miles he saw a car parked ahead of him, with a guy stood beside it. AS he approached, the guy looked up, and began to wave both arms.

Andy pulled up and leaned across to wind down the passenger window. The guy looked in and grinned 'Thanks for stopping. I've been a prat and run out of petrol. Any chance of a lift to the nearest garage.'

'Sure - hop in!'

The guy nipped back to his car, pulled out an army style pack, locked the car and clambered into the passenger seat, putting the pack down between him and Andy. 'Can't be too careful' he said apologetically.

Andy grinned and pulled away. As he drove he kept glancing across at his passenger. In hid mid 20's, Andy reckoned, and about 5 ft 10', the guy clearly kept himself in shape as the glimpses Andy got around the pack showed a tight t-shirt over a defined chest and flat stomach. He had a growth of stubble, brown eyes and a cheeky grin that Andy loved - he could feel his cock stiffening and hoped it didn't show through his trousers.

'Oh, sorry, I'm Jack by the way'

'Andy - pleased to meet you.'

'I'm the one who's pleased - didn't fancy the walk to the garage.'

Andy and Jack started to chat as Jack gave directions to the nearest garage. It turned out that Jack had just driven down from his unit HQ in Norfolk and his car had run out of petrol about 10 miles short of home. Andy probed a bit more and found out that Jack was a private with the Fusiliers and just come home on leave. Andy grinned as he thought about what a fantasy this guy could be and then moved the thought to the back of his mind - things like that just didn't happen for real.

After about 15 minutes, they pulled up outside a small garage. Jack swore softly as he saw the 'Closed' sign on the door. 'Dammit - mind if I just nip around the back to see if anyone's there?'

'No problems, I'll wait for you.'

As Jack went around the back, Andy got out of the car and stretched. He'd been in the car longer than intended and was feeling cramped. He was enjoying himself though - Jack was good company and Andy's fantasies about Private Jack would keep him entertained for a while too.

After about 5 minutes, Jack had still not returned, so Andy wandered around the back to see what was going on. As he approached the back door, Jack stepped out from inside the building, a carrier bag dangling from one hand. Andy raised an eyebrow questioningly, but before he could say anything, Jack said 'They wouldn't open the pumps, but they did sell me some groceries - thought I might as well stock up.'

Andy thought this was a bit weird but said nothing and the two men walked back to the van. Andy pulled out the keys to unlock the van

'Man, I'm sorry you came back there then - I really like you, you know.'

Frowning, Andy turned round to see Jack pointing a small handgun at him.

'I really do like you, Andy; you're a good guy - a great guy. So, don't piss me off and you'll be ok.'

Andy raised his hands and Jack started laughing.

'None of that shit, man, I'm going to need you to drive.'

Jack pulled a bottle of whisky out of the carrier bag. 'I'm going to drink, man, and I can't drink and drive.' With a chuckle he waved Andy back into the van, then waited while he unlocked the door and vaulted into the passenger seat. With both feet on the dash, he uncorked the whisky and took a deep swig.

'Ok, man, drive.'

'Which way?'

Jack gave Andy directions which made it clear he knew the area very well and they set off. In between swigs of whisky he continued chatting to Andy as if nothing had happened, though Andy only replied in nervous mono-syllables. They drove for 10 miles before pulling up as Jack instructed at the entrance to a lane in a small village.

'Ok, man, I just need to nip into the off-licence here to make a withdrawal. Get out of the van and open up the back doors.'

Andy did so, Jack following with his pack. Andy swung the doors open to reveal the empty van interior.

'Get in and lie face down, hands behind your back.'

Andy got in as instructed, Jack followed, swiftly undoing the top of his pack and removing a coil of rope. Expertly he secured Andy's hands together at the small of his back, knotting the rope where Andy's fingers could not reach. Then he lashed Andy's ankles together and linked them to his hands in a simple hogtie. Bending down he put his face close to Andy's so that Andy could smell his whisky breath.

'Don't worry, buddy, I just want to make sure my new friend is still around when I get back. See you soon.'

With that he stood up and made to leave. Then he returned, wadded a cloth into Andy's mouth and secured it with a loop of rope, Then, patting Andy on the head, he closed the van doors and left, leaving Andy in darkness.

Andy wriggled and struggled, tried to yell but could only make muffled sounds. If he twisted he could kick the side of the van feebly but the hogtie prevented much movement. Soon the gag was soaked and Andy was sweating into his now dirty shirt. Jack returned after a few minutes, but instead of opening up the van and releasing Andy, got into the driver's seat and drove off.

Andy was thrown around as the van bounced along the country roads. Eventually he managed to jam himself against the wheel arch which minimized some of the bouncing around he was taking, but even so he felt his body accumulating bruises. The van stopped another three times, each time for no more than a few minutes.

Finally it came to a longer halt and Jack opened the back door.

'Hey buddy - you ok in there?'

'MPPHH!'

'Hehe yeah guess you got rattled around a bit. Wow you're filthy. Doesn't matter - picked up some spare clothes for you at my last stop.'

Andy's eyes widened as Jack held up a massive black leather jacket and a pair of black leather jeans. 'I figured these would fit you, buddy. Let's get them on you.'

Jack untied Andy. As Andy started to massage his aching wrists and ankles, Jack grabbed his wrists and stared into his face.

'First things first, buddy - let's get you changed.'

With that he ripped opened Andy's shirt and would have done the same for his trousers if Andy hadn't started to swiftly undo them. Still gagged he stood their shirtless, removing his shoes and trousers and Jack handed him the leather jeans. Yanking the price tag off them he stepped into them. Jack had a good eye and they slid on neatly, tight and formfitting - just the way Andy liked to wear them. As he zipped them up, he looked up and caught Jacks eye who smiled appreciatively. Then Andy slipped on the jacket over his bare skin. It was a heavy bike jacket with integral armour. Again Jack had sized it well. Andy went to zip it up, but Jack stopped him 'Just use the belt, buddy, I want to see that chest.' Obediently, Andy belted the jacket up letting it hang open to reveal his chest. His cock jumped in the jeans and he could feel it extending down his leg.

'Hey, looking good, buddy. Looks like you like it too'

Jack placed his hand on Andy's growing cock and grinned. Andy reached up to remove the gag and Jack sharply pulled his hands down.

'Not yet, mate, only when I say so. Now turn around'

Andy turned around and felt metal on his wrists as Jack expertly cuffed him. Spinning Andy back around he grinned. 'So, let me just explain what happens next, mate. We're going to a party; you're going as my date. Once we're there, you'll react totally normally, won't tell anyone about this and then we can stay friends. Piss me about and there'll be trouble. Got it?'

Andy nodded. Jack grinned and leaned up to remove Andy's gag, Pulling Andy's head down towards him he gave him a long hard snog. 'Oh by the way, I should mention - it's a bondage party.' Jack pulled out a rubber hood from behind his back and swiftly slipped it down over Andy's head. Before he could react, Andy felt the solid rubber shape of a plug gag slip into his mouth and darkness descended as the rubber hood went on. Jack secured the hood with a padlock. He then added a thick leather hood over the top - plain except for the word 'SLAVE' in studs on the solid leather collar. This he strapped tightly around Andy's neck and secured with another padlock.

As Andy stood helplessly, Jack pulled out a pair of combat boots and laced them on Andy's feet. Then he shackled Andy's feet together and stood up to admire his new muscled slaveboy.

He put his mouth close to Andy's hooded ear. 'We are going to have SO much fun, buddy. I think you're one that I'll keep.' Andy's cock grew at the thought, Jacks hand massaging it as it bulged down his left leg. 'Oh yes, buddy, we're going to have a great time.'

To be continued...