Lance dragged in a breath, his pelvis radiating with a burning frustration as cum beaded at the head of his cock. His nails dug into his palms as he crossed his wrists above his head, his cock bouncing as his core clenched desperate to orgasm but denied yet again.
His cock was swollen bigger than it usually was after half an hour of jacking off and denying his orgasms over and over. But he couldn't help it. He groaned, clenching his teeth as he let one hand drop back to his cock, stroking the glans with a single finger. Despite the minimal contact, he felt a surge in his cock, an almost immediate desperate bid to orgasm.
This was it. He could do it now. There was no better time, right?
Lance slid into the drivers side of his low KIA with some difficulty, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. He had to ice his dick just to wear them, because the second he tried to pull them on he nearly creamed right in them. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled the icepack out and tossed it into the passenger seat before pulling out of his drive and down the cul-de-sac. Several turns and stops later he was headed into the desert, the setting sun turning the wide open plains a gorgeous orange and pink. As he drove away from town, he pushed his pants down under his balls and felt himself bounce free, the sight of the deep purple color and thick pulsing veins making him shudder. Despite the icing, he was hard as hell and ready to explode.
Ahead, the road was straight as an arrow for the next 100 miles, and not a car in sight. He flicked on his highbeams and the overhead light, biting his lip as he imagined that a hypothetical passing car could see right in to what he was doing.
Slowly, he began stroking himself again, taking it slow as possible as he pressed the acceleration, increasing the pace he stroked himself with each tick the needle spun around the speedometer.
He had to work hard not to floor it, his ass clenching in his leather seats as orgasm rushed up on him just as fast as brush and cactus rushed by out the window.
Orgasm hit him as he hit 70. He dropped his head back and his body went rigid, cum spurting out of his cock and painting the steering wheel. For a moment, he forgot he was even driving, his entire body reaching such a state that he felt like his soul left him, hand going limp on the wheel as stars bloomed behind his eyelids.
A blaring horn and flashing bright lights crashed through him yanking his soul back and his eyes blowing wide open. He hadn't even realized he closed them. Swerving last second, he barely missed the 18- wheeler that he had drifted in front of, his heart hammering with adrenaline in his chest as his cock continued to spurt, hips thrusting forward as he shifted his foot to slam on the breaks.
The horn of the mack truck died off as he slid across the pavement to a stop and he heard the hiss and protest of its breaks and the crunch of gravel as he pulled to a stop on the shoulder far behind him. It was several minutes before he heard heavy boots stomping the pavement behind him, and a heavy hand slapped the roof of his car heavily. He was still panting, body limp and jerking in the aftermath of the orgasm.
Lance rolled his window down, looking up at the guy with his phone in hand, flashlight on the camera blinding him. Unfortunately, he forgot to rearrange himself in his pants, and his semi-hard dick lay over the zipper of his jeans. cum still dripping down the steering wheel.
"What the hell do you think - What the fuck am I looking at!?" It didn't take the guy long to notice his state and put two and two together. Despite the bright light in his eyes, Lance's pupils were still blown wide from the mind blowing orgasm and nearly, literally, mind blowing near death experience. The man standing in the window looked exactly like you might think a young trucker would. A braid hung over his shoulder over a baggy flannel shirt, the sides of his head shaved to the skull which was decorated with tattoos. An impressive beard hung down to his chest from a rather well manicured jawline.
"I uh. I. I - Im sorry." he couldn't do much more than mumble, his cock twitching as he came down from his high.
"Sorry!? Watching a clean up crew scrape your fucking brains and naked cock off this pavement wasn't on my to-do list today, you fucking idiot!"
Lance hung his head, trying to clear it. "Look, I... I have cash. But its probably best if we don't call the cops or insurance about this, yeah? Nothings damaged, right?"
The man stood above him, momentarily dumbfounded, finding himself without words. Instead of replying, he yanked Lance's door open and threw himself across the steering wheel, unbuckling his seat with a kind of precision and speed he didn't expect. When his belt was recessed back into the car, he grabbed Lance by the hair at the back of his head and yanked him out of his low seat, dragging him onto the pavement on his knees.
"Face the car, hands on the window." he growled, and Lance looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do it!" he yelled, standing over him and casting him in shadow with what little light they had from the cars. The sun had entirely set now.
The road was still hot, and the rough road dug into his knees, but Lance shuffled around with his pants hanging off of his ass and faced the chipping green paint of his car, shaking slightly as he raised his hands up to meet the glass of the window above his head.
"Look..." he said, "Whatever I can do to make this better..."
The sound of a belt buckle dangled behind his head and he jumped, turning his head sharply to look over his shoulder. But before he could get a good look at this strangers actions, a rough boot shoved against his ass crack, digging in until it caught on the waistband of his jeans. He stomped down hard between his knees, and dragged his pants down in one swift motion.
"What are you -"
"Punishment. Because if one of mine pulled this fucking stunt he wouldn't sit for a fucking week." The voice snapped, dropping to a near growl.
Next thing Lance knew, a belt was coming down hard across his ass, the sting radiating down his thighs. A shout escaped him before he could grit his teeth and bear through the lashing, two three and four coming in quick succession. His ass was clenched tightly as his nails scraped against the window, not daring to move.
"Im sorry!" he gasped, his voice tight with pain.
"Sir." he corrected, grabbing a fistfull of his shirt in the back and yanking it upward. he grabbed one of his hands from where they were clenched against the window and yanked it back behind his head, forcing him to hold his shirt bunched up at the back of his neck. "Both hands."
The situation he found himself in set his head spinning. He barely registered the "Yes Sir." that fell past his lips. He felt like he was in a dream filled with his most depraved fantasies. While submitting to a man hadn't much crossed his mind before, here he knelt on a seldom traveled road, pants around his knees after being caught with his cock out and cum on the wheel, doing something he has fantasized about for years, punished by this revenge seeking dom who was determined to paint him red.
God, he couldn't have written it better.
His balance was thrown off as he grasped his shirt at the nape of his neck with both hands, exposing his back to the rapidly cooling air and this large man who oozed danger and control. He momentarily lost balance as his center of gravity shifted, and he lurched forward as the rocky asphalt dug at a new angle into his knees. Instead of his hands supporting his weight, his elbows and the backs of his arms thumped against the car. His cock hung hard desperate between his thighs.
He barely had a chance to stabilize himself before the wide leather belt sliced through the air and struck him across his back again, wrapping around his torso to lick his ribs. He grunted as he took the punishment, and it did nothing to quell his erection. If anything, he thought he saw his cock drip down onto the pavement in the fuzzy peripherals of his vision as he braced for another lash and another. His back was on fire before the beating took pause, and calloused hands gripped his shirt. He must have twisted his shirt into a loop, because it was wrapped loosely around his wrists in the next second.
Sure, Lance could escape the bonds if he chose to by simply pulling his arms forward. But that wasn't really the point was it? This stranger wanted to see him submit willingly. To leave himself open and vulnerable because he suggested Lance should.
Lance found himself turned around in the next moment, facing the road, face framed by the backs of his arms as they arched behind his head. The hazards from the 18-wheeler flashed in the dark night a mile down the road as the milky way began to rise over the horizon, making him feel small in the face of the universe above him, and the man casting a shadow in between.
"Is this what you expected?" A large calloused hand gripped around his jaw, dragging in his stubble. "Hm? When you nearly got yourself killed with that stunt you pulled?"
"No Sir!" he groaned, keeping eye contact with him despite the delectable feeling of exposure making him want to look away. "Im sorry, Sir!"
