RT-548 Apprentice Trucker

FOREWORD

The blond, naked, sexy teenager lay on the table in the back of the truck with the metal clasps around his wrists and ankles. They held him on the table as he lay there on his stomach and watched the men walk around him.

He could see the men clearly—two of them, one black and one white and both masterful and sexy. He could see the walls of the truck too. They were covered with whips and with chains and with other instruments of sexy abuse and torture.

The teenager wanted to show the men that he was not afraid, that he looked forward to the kind of treatment that the men had promised him.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Beat me. Give it to me. I can take it. I can take anything that you have to offer.”

And he felt a boyish pride as he said that. But that boyish pride died away when he saw the white trucker pick up the whip and crack it in the air.

The crack seemed to go right through to the blond boy’s sexy soul.

He trembled there on the table and he wondered if he could really take it all.

And he continued to wonder about that as the man approached him slowly and prepared to crack that whip against the boy’s sexy, tanned flesh.

When the whip came down on the boy for the first time, he trembled with the pain. But he also trembled with desire. He sighed as the heat of the whip worked its way through his system, and then he muttered the words to the men.

“Give me more. Beat me more. I am a stud. I can take it all. Beat the shit out of me.