Jason and Andy: On the Road - Ch. 03

(Jason's POV)
Watching the gaping asshole of this clerk close and his dick soften, reality returned through the post orgasm haze. I had just committed a very serious, very real crime. A crime that could land me in prison right next to my brother. I thought of my parents, of what they would think when they found out I assaulted someone 10 years younger than me. When they found out that despite their best efforts, they had raised not one, but two monsters.
I couldn't let that happen.
Unsure of what to do, I began with the simple stuff. Did someone notice? Leaving the dazed, moaning clerk behind in the shower, I grabbed a towel to cover myself and poked my head out of the bathroom. Straining my hearing, I felt relief when only silence met me. Taking a step out, I walked into the store with only a towel covering me as I looked for Yoga-pants. Taking a few wet steps, I looked into the back office and saw her sleeping, her head in her arms.
Good thing for me she was listening to her music, a stroke of misfortune for the clerk whose ass I had just finished widening.
Next step, I returned to the shower. Seeing that the kid was dazed out, I began cleaning up. I started with the excess cum that he had let out, before cleaning him next. Sitting him up against the wall, I hoped that the upright position would allow my spunk to drain out. Getting both of us as clean as possible, I dried myself before grabbing a new towel to dry him.
As I dried his hair, I ruffled it with the towel until the towel became wet. Removing the cloth, I stared at his face for a minute. Even if I completely cleaned him up, he could still report what I had done to him. Even if I dressed him in his clothes and sat him on one of the back chairs, it wouldn't erase what I had done. Staring at him longer, I felt my head go completely blank as I leaned in and kissed him deeply.
I was met with a slight moan and eagerly parted lips as I made out with him. Sucking on his tongue, A jolt of pain came from my groin as I started getting hard again. I cut off the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the two of us. The clerk moaned more, his eyes never fully opening. Holding his naked body, I saw his own erection returning as well. I knew that this was just a natural reaction and that he wasn't acting normally. I remembered his struggles at the beginning. Once he woke up fully, he wouldn't be so eager to kiss.
I couldn't let him tell anyone. Idly rubbing his body, I pondered my next move. The evidence was cleaned up, I didn't see any cameras in or outside of the building. Yoga-pants was blissfully unaware of the orgasmic journey her co-worker had just undertaken. The only issue was the kid blabbing later. I could just bolt, but he said he saw me cleaning the truck. Which means he saw the logo on the side, advertising the company that I worked for. One phone call and I was on the run.
I pulled at his nipple, getting a weak protest in return. His dick was back at full length, throbbing enthusiastically. Despite everything, I didn't want to disappoint my parents anymore. They could never learn of what happened, but how to accomplish this? For a brief moment, I remembered the revolver in my truck.
As suddenly as the thought came, I got rid of it. This kid did nothing wrong, and I wouldn't cross that line no matter what. Thinking about that line, I realized how close I already got to it. If first degree sexual assault was on the menu, what else was?
Blackmail was my first thought, but I quickly got rid of it. Someone stretching my rump and taking pictures wouldn't stop me for a second in reporting them, or more likely, taking revenge myself. As I stared at his beautiful face, the thought suddenly hit me.
Kidnapping.
It wasn't ideal, and I still had to think of a permanent solution. However, it would give me the time to think up something better. Kissing the clerk again, I lowered his head to the ground. Turning to the clothes that I gleefully ripped off, I searched through his pockets. I found a wallet and a set of keys. Luckily, the keys were just house keys, meaning that he likely walked to work. Not having to worry about hiding his car, I searched through his phone.
I thanked whatever god was above for how water proof modern phones were as I turned the device on and saw that it was working. However, I was met with a passcode screen. Cursing, I tapped on the back up unlock button and saw that it was a finger print scanner. Returning to the clerk, I grabbed his smooth, slender hands and began to scan his fingers one by one. His right middle finger unlocked his phone and gave me full access. Before I could tuck into the phone, I heard him move around.
Looking at the clerk, he seemed more aware than before, if the glaring daggers were any indication. On the other hand, his cock looked painfully erect. Maybe my touching was keeping him docile? Sitting at his side, I noticed that he turned his away from me as I sat. His gaze still looked Alanya travesti confused, so I didn't lose all hope. Running my hand along his back, I felt down the ridges on his spine, causing him to shudder. Still seeing the slight defiance in his eyes, I lowered my hand to his ass. Despite his look, his body was quite honest as he arched his back to turn his ass closer to my hand.
Slipping a finger inside of him, I was rewarded with a small moan as his eyes lost their focus once more. I don't know how I came across someone so malleable, but I didn't question it. Slipping another finger in, I pumped them in and out of him as I returned my attention to the phone. I rationalized to myself that I was just preventing him from waking up and running off. I kept telling myself than as I finger fucked him. He curled up closer to me and closed his eyes again.
Scanning through his contact list, I saw a couple dozen names. Discouraged, I checked his messages. Luckily, he only had a few conversations regularly. Opening up the most recent one, I read through it.
He was talking to some chick named Blaire. Judging from his cringy texts, he was interested in her, but not the other way around. Driving my fingers deep inside for a moment, I reveled in his yelp before continuing. As I read, it seemed that Blaire was Yoga-pants. They were part of a small friend group, but he was closest to Blaire, introduced to the group through her and work. Thankful that I wasn't trying to kidnap a popular guy with a bunch of people who would look for him, I closed the phone.
Pumping my fingers in and out a bit longer, I withdrew them from the young man, who was apparently named Andy. I then dressed myself in my clothes and stepped back out into the store proper. Grabbing some spare clothes, I returned and began to dress Andy. He seemed dissatisfied, but the occasional kiss placated him enough to get him fully dressed in dry clothes. With my kidnapping victim in his Sunday best, it was time for the moment of truth. Pulling him up, I put my arm around his shoulder. His legs quivered as he tried to support his own weight. I wish that I would have known that I was going to kidnap him earlier, I wouldn't have fucked him so hard. I gazed at his crotch, looking at the obvious tent he was leaving in his shorts. That boner didn't look like it was going anywhere soon, but I needed to leave first before I could do anything about it.
After a moment, he stabilized and would walk where I pulled him. Unable to help myself, my hand drifted down his back and into the shorts I just finished stealing for him. Grabbing his plump ass, I lead him to the front. The dazed clerk followed my lead, light moans audible from his lips. Walking out of the bathroom, I left him leaning against the wall as I grabbed the mop and bucket, along with the soiled clothes and towels. Throwing his old clothes in the trash, I put the mop away. Before returning to grab Andy, I filled a bag with a variety of things that seemed useful to an aspiring kidnapper. Leading Andy by his hand, I made my way to the end of the shelves we were behind. After that, it was a straight shot out through the doors to my truck.
Despite my best laid plans, the jingle of the front doors stopped my heart. Letting go of Andy's hand, I turned my head. I saw an old man walking into the store. Judging from his uniform, it seemed that he was a sheriff. The blood left my head, seeing law enforcement already about to uncover my crime. The whistling man turned his head towards us, before speaking.
"Morning, Andy! and stranger." The old sheriff had a kind smile on his face as he spoke. Andy's voice entered my ears next. This was it, I'm going to jail. Sorry, mom and dad.
"Yawn, Morning Ralph." I slowly turned my head, looking at Andy. His eyes were barely open as he rubbed them. I looked down, his throbbing erection still clearly visible. It was then I realized that the store bag I had was hiding it from the sheriff. Not wanting to waste my good fortune, I also responded.
"Morning." I kept it short, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The sheriff spoke again.
"Just grabbing a quick cup of joe to finish the shift. Take care." The man nodded in our direction as he made his way to the back of the store, where I could see an old coffee machine. As I pulled Andy forward, I suppressed the urge to curse as he replied.
"No problem, Ralph. Yawn, I might have to leave early. I had the strangest dream..." The cop thankfully didn't turn back around, as Andy's erection could practically be used as a sundial at this point. The man instead replied "Take care of yourself."
I felt such a strange sense of clarity as I left the store with Andy's hand in mine. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the sheriff still picking out his cup size. Laughing from the coincidence of it all, I saw a glint of metal as I turned my head away from the store. The sheriffs car was a bit of a mess, with old documents laying Alanya travestileri about and the crumpled, oily bags of fast food littering the car. Under one such bag was a pair of handcuffs. Making sure that the officer was distracted and that there was no dash cam in the car. I opened the passenger seat and slipped the cuffs out from under the bag before quietly closing the door.
That slob would sooner suspect him misplacing his cuffs rather than the one-off trucker he met in a gas station stealing them. I didn't bother looking for his handcuff keys. A good boy scout always had his own.
Done with the slow walk act, I lifted Andy onto my shoulder. Speed walking back to my truck, I hauled the clerk inside and placed him in the passenger seat. Pulling out the hand cuffs, I cuffed his right arm to the inside of the door. Closing the door, I placed the gas pump back and hurried around to the driver side. Getting in, I turned over the ignition and started the vehicle. I stepped over and seat belted Andy before putting the truck in drive and pulling out. As my tires returned to the road, I started to quietly laugh to myself. That laughter of pure disbelief continued for a long time as I drove to the warehouse.
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(40 minutes later)
Seeing the sign of the warehouse company, I pulled into their lot. As I drove into the back, I peered over at Andy. Thankfully his erection died down and he was slumped against the window, completely asleep. I don't think that I could manage driving while keeping him satisfied enough to stay in that weird, half asleep state of his. I parked near the loading bay, where I had to drop off my trailer. Hopping out, I put some tire blocks in place before I disconnected the cables and hitches of the trailer. Getting back into the cab, I left the warehouse behind. I passed a truck stop on the way here that looked relatively unpopulated. A good place as any to sleep with a kidnapping victim.
As I drove, I rested my chin against the wheel. I occasionally looked at Andy slumbering in the passenger seat. I had half a mind to just drop him off on the side of the road. He would wake up confused, but safe. He could make his way back to town and back to his life. He could also report me to the police or my work. Strengthening my resolve, I pulled into the lot. Just as I placed the car in park, I hear a phone notification. Looking tiredly at my phone, I didn't see any new notifications. Tossing it onto the dashboard, I heard another beep come from my pocket.
Realizing it was Andy's phone, I got out of my chair and stepped over to him. Grabbing his hand, I unlocked his phone once again. Seeing two new messages from Blaire, I cursed as I opened them
Blaire ??02:02AM - bro, where tf are you???
Blaire ?? 02:03AM - I thought you would be back by now, dont tell me you were actually tired like ralph said and just went home????
I read the messages. Too be quite honest, I had forgot about my plan to text Blaire to excuse Andy's absence. Trying to push through the exhaustion, I reformulated my plan in my hand. Remembering how Andy liked to text, I started my reply.
Me 02:04AM - sry, it kinda forgot to message you. my b. Remember that friend i was talking about before?
I typed and sent a quick response. I was very happy to see Andy mention a mystery friend in a previous text. The best lies where based in truth, and if there was one thing in this world I was good at, it was lying.
Blaire ??02:04AM yea, the one who you played some games with? this better be good or im not covering for your ass.
Me 02:06AM it is, i promise. you know how he's going though some tough shit rn. he called me earlier and he sounded super fuckin depressed. i needed to go to his house so i left basically as soon as i got the call. sry to leave you sleeping on the counter for ralph to wake up.
Blaire ??02:07AM shit, i guess. im still pissed you didnt say shit before leaving. ill say that you split 30 min before john shows up. youll get a leaving early point but you'll avoid the write up. how long is this gonna take? you have the next 5 days off for that con thing you were talking about. you think you'll be good to come back after?
Me 02:08 yeah, everything should be fine after that. thanks so much!
Blaire ??02:08 dont worry about it, you buddy is lucky to have a friend willing to drop shit at a moments notice.
Me 02:09 ? ? ?
Closing the phone, I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't know about whatever this con thing was, but it was really great that no one expected Andy to be around for the next week. That should be more than enough time to figure shit out.
Looking over at the newest source of my troubles, I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. Leaning back, I grabbed a small pillow from my bed in the back and stepped over to Andy. Moving his Travesti alanya shoulder, I lifted his head and placed the pillow between his head and the window he was leaning against. Stepping back, I plopped down back on my chair.
Worries were a problem for the me of tomorrow. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was Andy's stunning face, illuminated in the moonlight. Hearing the patter of light rain against the windows, I laughed a bit, thinking to myself.
'Guess today was my lucky day after all'
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(Andy's POV)
A sudden jolt shook me awake. Yawning, I tried to rub my eyes, only to hear a clink of metal and a pressure against my wrist. Startled, I opened my eyes to find myself leaning against a car window with my head on a pillow. Looking down, I saw my right hand was cuffed to the door. Not knowing what was going on, I cursed. "What the fuck?" Moving my hand more, I saw that the handcuffs weren't going to budge. Another jolt up and down rocked me as I looked up and realized that I was in a moving car. Turning my head to the side, panic filled my heart as a familiar set of dark brown eyes met mine.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" Pushing against the arm rest, I tried to distance myself as much as possible from the trucker who had apparently kidnapped me and cuffed me in his truck. Hyperventilating, I kept trying to pull my hand out of the cuff. I had to get away from this man, out of his truck. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life being a chained up sex slave. I felt dizzy as I kept struggling. "Calm down." I needed to escape. "Calm Down." I don't think I could handle anymore abuse from this man. I just wanted to go home. "CALM DOWN!"
The volume of his voice shook me from my panic attack. Slowly looking up, I saw that he was still just driving, not jumping over the seat to make me his again. His eyes shifted from me and the road rapidly. Confused, I tried to slow my breathing as I avoided his eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was to set this guy off. I turned my head to look out the window, despair welled up when I didn't recognize where we were. I never left my home town before. At least we were still in Nebraska. I stifled my breathing when I heard him speak again.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Hearing his calm words, I turned to look at him again. His eyes remained forward on the road. He seemed to be deliberately avoiding my eyes. Anger loosened my tongue as I barked out some words at him.
"No, you're just keeping me around to fuck me again." Saying the words out loud really caused the situation to set in. Tears began to blur my vision as I turned my head away again. I didn't want him to see me weak, especially when he didn't deny my words. Instead, he said "Listen, I was just drunk." A strange laugh left my throat. How drunk do you have to be to fuck someone unconscious. I didn't feel like touching that conversation. Suppressing my tears, I spoke.
"...People are going to look for me." I said those words more for myself than him. I'm sure he already weighed his options. A sarcastic chuckle broke that thought. "I wouldn't count on that." Turning my head, I saw him holding my cellphone, shaking it slightly. I could feel a strange premonition in my heart.
"H-how did you guess my password?" He just looked at me, waving the middle finger of his right hand.
"Didn't need to." At that moment, I remembered the backup password the phone makes you do. I just used my finger since it was fast. At that time, I didn't know that would be my undoing. The man continued to put nails in my coffin as he spoke.
"Blaire is covering for you since you had to leave early, and your other friends know that you are going to be out of town this week for the 'con' or whatever it is. Don't worry, I canceled the Uber ride you had scheduled. They even gave you a refund." For someone who looked rather dull, the man was quite thoughtful in his approach to taking me away. I would be more impressed if this approach wasn't a noose tightening around my neck. I held my hand out to try to grab my phone from his hands, but he just tossed it on his dashboard, out of my reach. Bawling my hands up in my lap, thick tears of frustration and fear welled up in my eyes. Keeping the sobs out of my voice, I asked "Well... what now. What are you going to do?" Turning my head, I watched his face go through a few expressions. Finally, he answered "I don't know."
Expecting some continuation of his mastermind plan to abduct me, I was instead dumbfounded at his answer. "You don't know?" The man looked my way for a second, slight frustration was evident on his face before he turned back to the road. "I'm thinking." A laugh of ridiculousness left my mouth as I responded before I could think.
"You're thinking?! Why did you kidnap me in the first place!?" The man face was like stone when he replied.
"I can't go to jail, I can't have you blabbing to the police about our little activity in the shower." My face burned red with humiliation and shame, remembering the noises I let out as he took my everything. Maybe this was a common occurrence for him, but that was the worst moment of my life.