The clothes felt itchy and strange to me after being naked for 
so long.  But we were travelling now. The cabin abandoned and left 
behind two days ago. I didn't know where we were going and, honestly, 
I don't think the Man did either. He didn't speak much and I hadn't 
been given permission to speak, so I sunk further into silence. I 
wasn't even sure if I still remembered how to speak. We stopped late 
one night at a strange gas station in the middle of nowhere. Even the 
Man looked tired. Though you'd never know it from the way he took me, 
night after night in the back of the van, or the occasional motel 
room. Rough and violent. Often I'd wake with new brusies on me from 
where he gripped me, or I'd have a fat lip from his big hand 
silenceing me when I screamed too loudly.
   Tonight he got us sandwiches from the gas station and we ate 
quietly in the van. He took the wrapper from me and stepped outside. 
He was going to the bathroom. He threw away the wrappers and came to 
my side of the van and opened the door. (I knew better than to 
attempt to open the door on my own. The first time I'd done it I 
recieved and bruised rib from a fist and a black and blue around my 
throat from being choked for disrespecting his role.) He jerked his 
thumb and I follwed him to the restroom.  It was dark and smelly 
inside. I wondered if it had ever been cleaned. I knew I'd have to 
take his dick out and hold it for him while he pissed, then clean it 
to his satisfaction before he allowed me to relieve myself. 
    There was someone else in the room and my face burned as I knew 
I'd still have to perform all my regular duties depite someone elses 
presence. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted that I could see two men 
inside the bathroom. One was on his knees giving a sloppy, loud 
blowjob to the other. The one on his knees was small, about my size 
and the other man was much bigger.  A trucker or something.  Big and 
solid with the beginnings of a big pot belly. It hung over his jeans 
smashing the smaller man's head into the wall. Neither one even 
looked up at us. The Man approached the urinal and glared at me when 
I took a moment too long to unzip him. He pissed, long and loud, some 
of it splashing onto the side of my face from the bowl. He finished 
and I took the head of his dick in my mouth, licking the last few 
drops off and drinking deep the last few shots when he shot them down 
my throat. When he pushed my head off his cock, I stood up to pee and 
I noticed the Trucker staring at us.
   He and the Man nodded at each other and I heard a loud slurp as 
the Trucker pulled his dick out of the little man's mouth. The 
Trucker ambled over to us, his short, stubby dick barely visible from 
under his belly. He wouldn't ever inspire the fear and lust the Man 
could.  He lacked something. Some invisible, intangible thing that 
caused and intake of breath. He reached back and grabbed the smaller 
man by his stringy hair and pulled him over to us. I finished peeing 
and zipped up and moved closer to the Man. I didn't know how someone 
who could cause me to shriek in fear and agony made me feel so safe, 
but that's just the way it was. 
    "You want to trade for a bit?  Good mouth here."  The Truckers 
voice was deep but nasal. It made him sound strange. He reached out 
to grab my nipple through the tight t-shirt the Man made me wear. He 
pinched me hard and I winced in pain and yelped slightly. 
     The Man grabbed his hand. "Nobody touches nothing except me," 
and he pulled the Truckers hand roughly off me. 
     "What the fuck guy--" The Trucker winced as the Man started 
crushing his hand.  The Man let go and the Trucker shook the 
circulation back into his hand. 
     "Leave now." The Man stated it simply. 
     The Trucker let go of his own man's hair and the guy sprawled to 
the floor. "We were here first."
     The Trucker didn't even see the Man's fist shoot out and connect 
squarely on his jaw. He feel back, crushing the man under his bulk. 
The Man winked at me. "Go to the door and watch this."  I moved and 
the Man bent down grabbing the Trucker by the front of the shirt and 
yanked him up. 
     "Dude--"  The Trucker stared to say before the Man put his hand 
in the Trucker's mouth and then the other.  He grabbed the upper 
teeth and the bottom and pulled, snapping  the man's jaw. 
     "That's one way to stop them from begging and screaming to 
loud." He pulled back and pushed his fist deep into the Truckers 
throat, crushing his adam's apple.  "That's another."
     The Trucker fell to his feet gasping for air. The Man grabbed 
his wrists in each hand and yanked pulling both arms out of their 
sockets.  The man had scrambled back to the far wall trying to 
disappear through it, hoping the Man would let him live. The Man 
grabbed the head of the Trucker and yanked him between his huge 
demined thighs. The Truckers broken mouth was right in the Man's 
crotch and I watched the Man cross his ankles, sqeezing the life out 
of the Trucker. The Man half-turned to me. "This way you can feel the 
screams right in your balls."  
    It didn't take too long. I don't know which happend first, 
whether the Trucker was suffocated in the huge balls of the Man or 
whether his skull popped because the Man kept squeezing long after 
the Trucker stopped moving. Without ceremony the Man unlaced his legs 
and the Trucker dropped to the ground.
    The Man crossed to the man crying and sobbing in the corner. "Be 
careful who you pick up boy. There's some fucking crazies out there." 
     He jerked his hand at me and I followed him back to the van.  We 
found a motel room a few miles down the road.