Trucker and Pup

by Drew Hunt

  “Come on then, let’s be having you,” Joey said, opening the door.

  * * * *

  Joey sat at his kitchen table and watched Kevin work. The smaller man had delved into the refrigerator and pulled out a couple of boned breasts of lamb, then after removing a few items from the pantry, set to work. The smells that were soon created made Joey’s stomach rumble.

  Not able to stand it any longer, he asked, “Pup, what you making?”

  “Oh, uh, I remember seeing a chef on the telly making this the other day. He said it was kosher.”

  “You know I don’t really stick to that.”

  “Yeah, but…well it sounded good anyway.”

  “Certainly smells good. What is it?”

  “Oh, sorry. It’s lamb with apricot stuffing. I was lucky that you had all the ingredients.”

  “That’s my mother’s doing. I couldn’t tell you half the things in those cupboards.”

  When everything was in the oven, Kevin made to sit on the stool next to Joey. But the bigger man was having none of that. As he’d sat there watching Kevin make a meal for him, Joey became increasingly convinced he had to confess his true feelings. Seizing the moment, Joey took hold of Kevin’s wrist, and guided him to stand between his spread thighs.

  Joey looked up, wiped a strand of hair from Kevin’s sweaty brow and opened his mouth. “This afternoon, just before I left for my Uncle Jacob’s.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I…I—”

  “Hush.” Joey put a finger to Kevin’s lips. “I’ve never said this before to another man.” Joey swallowed, “This isn’t easy, but it needs to be said. Pup, I love you, too.”

  It was fascinating to watch the various expressions as they flitted across Kevin’s face. First came shock, then surprise, which was swiftly followed by joy, and finally came disbelief. “You mean? Um, no, please Sir, please it’s not fair if you don’t really—”

  Kevin was cut off by Joey pulling Kevin’s face towards his and kissing his lips. Joey could feel the smaller man’s knees weaken, so he wrapped his arms around him to steady his descent. Kevin’s small frame began to shake with emotion; he buried his head in Joey’s shoulder in an effort to hide his tears. Joey alternately rubbed Kevin’s back and stroked his hair, marvelling at its fineness.

  “There, there. It’s okay, Pup. It’s okay. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. You really took me by surprise, you know. But I should have told you back then how I felt. It wasn’t fair of me to leave like that. All the time I was away from you I kept going over and over it in my head, wishing I’d have said something.”

  Eventually Kevin lifted his head, and asked, “You sure? I mean I’m, well I’m not very…”

  Joey shook his head. “Pup, you’re kind, you’re gentle, and so goddamn cute.”

  Kevin began to redden.

  “How could I not love you? Now give me one of your smiles.”

  Joey reached over for the roll of paper towels, and, tearing off a square, dabbed at Kevin’s puffy eyes. “Big blow,” he said, holding the paper over Kevin’s nose.

  Joey then lifted his lover and sat him on his knee. Kevin shifted round until they were chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around the bigger man and laid his head on his shoulder.

  Chapter 5

  The ringing of the kitchen timer brought Kevin out of the trance-like state he’d been enjoying as he sat cuddled up to his lover. Wow, Joey Goldman was his lover! He couldn’t believe it.

  Lifting his head from Joey’s broad shoulder, Kevin said dinner would be ready in a few minutes. “I think I’ve cooked too much.”

  “I can have the rest tomorrow,” Joey said, letting go of Kevin, who reluctantly went to put the finishing touches to his man’s meal.

  After placing a heaped plate of food in front of Joey, Kevin sat on the stool opposite, and watched as the big man tucked in. It gave him an enormous sense of satisfaction to watch someone devour something he’d created.

  “This is bloody fantastic,” Joey said through a mouthful of food. “Sure you don’t want any?”

  “I’m still full from the Chinese.”

  “Not even a little?”

  “Well, maybe just a couple of bites.” Kevin stood and made for the cooker.

  “It’s okay, you’ve given me too much. Here, have some of mine.”

  Kevin got himself a small plate, but Joey speared a piece of lamb with his fork, and held it out for Kevin to eat.

  Kevin had a sudden urge to kneel in front of his lover and be fed just as if he were a real puppy. As soon as he sank to the floor and looked up at the powerfully built man towering above him, he knew he was where he needed to be, where he felt most secure.

  Joey showed momentary surprise, but soon realised what was going on. Reaching down, he patted Kevin on the head. “There’s a good pup.”

  After cutting another piece of meat, Joey picked it up with his fingers and held it out for Kevin to take.

  Once Kevin had swallowed, Joey scooped up an apricot and dropped it

  into Kevin’s waiting mouth.

  After all the food had been eaten, Kevin licked Joey’s fingers clean. He grinned when he noticed the bulge in Joey’s jeans had increased.

  Kevin winced when he got to his feet. His knees were sore, as was his arse.

  “You okay?”

  “It’s nothing, Sir.” Kevin picked up Joey’s plate, took it to the sink and turned on the hot tap to begin the washing up.

  Joey walked up behind Kevin, rubbed his back and bent down and licked his ear. “No, Pup, you made the meal, I want you to go into the living room and leave me to do the cleaning up.”

  “Oh, Sir, I don’t mind.”

  “I do. Now go on, scoot.” Joey lightly tapped Kevin’s bottom before turning his shoulders and giving him a gentle push towards the door.

  Kevin giggled, but began walking.

  As Kevin peered at the furniture in the living room through his myopic eyes, he realised no one could ever doubt the place had been decorated by a single man. Rubbing his eyes, Kevin hoped he’d be able to get himself a new pair of glasses the next day. Spying the settee, he decided to rest for a few moments. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, so he snuggled into the sofa’s deep and inviting cushions.

  * * * *

  “Wake up, Pup.”

  “Huh? Oh, sorry, Sir.” Kevin rubbed his eyes again and yawned. “It’s been a long day.”

  Yawns being the infectious things that they are, Joey soon found himself joining in.

  “Guess we ought to have an early night, ay?”

  Kevin treated Joey to a shy smile.

  “Though I’ve got something else planned before we drift off to la-la land.” Joey stepped towards Kevin and effortlessly picked him up.

  Kevin snuggled into Joey’s chest and sighed with contentment. He loved it when his sir carried him.

  “Did you bring any pyjamas?” Joey asked when the pair had reached the bedroom and had set Kevin on his feet.

  “No, Sir, I don’t wear them.”

  Joey grinned. “Good, ’cause I don’t either.”

  Grasping the hem of Kevin’s jumper, Joey pulled it over his lover’s head. Kevin marvelled at how Joey just took charge of everything. He didn’t ask if it was okay, because somehow he instinctively knew it was.

  Once Kevin was naked, Joey began to rub along Kevin’s shoulders, his gentle caresses sending icy shivers down Kevin’s spine.

  Quickly discarding his own clothes, Joey pulled Kevin into an embrace and kissed the top of his head. Kevin felt Joey’s fingers at his anus; he flinched, partly from shock, but also because things were still rather tender down there.

  “Still sore?”

  “Erm, not really.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” Joey put a slight edge into his voice.

  Kevin grew somewhat fearful. He was told to bend forward, and was forced to submit to the indignity of having his arse hole examined. The evening wasn’t turning out as romantic as
he’d first hoped.

  “Did you use any of those suppositories I bought for you?” Joey seemed a little angry.

  “Oh, yes, Sir, honestly I did. They helped a lot, thank you,” Kevin said straightening up.

  “You brought them with you?” Joey’s voice had softened.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  After Joey found the medicine in Kevin’s bag, he deftly unwrapped one of the torpedoes. He indicated to Kevin to bend over again. Kevin complied without question, but it was embarrassing. No, this certainly wasn’t the sort of romantic evening he’d longed for.

  “Pup?” Joey asked after seeing Kevin’s glum expression.

  “Sorry, Sir. I…I just wanted tonight to be perfect, like last night.”

  “Why shouldn’t it be?”

  “I’ve disappointed you.” Kevin felt terrible.

  “No you haven’t. I was a bit miffed that you didn’t tell me the truth about how sore you were.”

  “I didn’t want it to spoil your enjoyment.”

  Joey sat on the side of the bed and made Kevin stand between his spread thighs. Rubbing Kevin’s stomach, Joey said, “But I wouldn’t have enjoyed myself if I’d have been causing you pain. What kind of a monster do you think I am?” Joey paused, before realisation dawned. “Sorry, I know it’s not easy for you to trust me. God knows all this love and mushy stuff is brand new to me, too. But, Pup, I say again, I’m not Cal.”

  Kevin found he couldn’t look at Joey. Instead he watched the big man’s hand gently rubbing his smooth belly, it felt so reassuring. He leaned forward to increase the contact.

  “Now, with your arse being out of bounds, we’ll have to be a bit more inventive, won’t we?”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Hey, none of that.” Joey’s rubbing increased. “We can still have fun.” Walking over to a chest of drawers, Joey pulled out a large bath towel. “Here, put this over the bed, I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Kevin fixed his gaze on Joey’s naked firm arse cheeks as they moved out of the door. They were so powerful and well defined, just like Joey himself. Turning back to the bed, Kevin picked up the towel and spread it out. When he walked round to the other side to smooth away a few wrinkles, he noticed something sticking out from under the bed. He bent down to investigate. To his horror he saw it was a length of rope. Pulling at it, he found it was attached to the bed-frame. Panic gripped him, his chest tightened, he couldn’t get his breath. Unpleasant memories of Cal tying him up and leaving him alone for hours on end crowded his thoughts. Kevin closed his eyes in an effort to try and remain in control. His psychiatrist had told him to focus on something pleasant when he found himself losing it. Kevin recalled what Joey had told him about how he loved him and wanted to take care of him. This helped to push the unpleasantness back into its dark corner.

  “What ya doing, Pup?” Joey’s voice caused Kevin to jump.

  Kevin lifted the rope in his shaking hands, unable to form the words to beg Joey not to use it on him.

  “Shit!” Joey walked round the bed. Kevin instinctively shied away. “No, Pup, no, it’s okay. I forgot it was there.”

  Kevin looked up into Joey’s eyes, desperately seeking reassurance. Much to his relief, he found it. Joey’s face radiated love and compassion. Yes, I’ve got to trust him. I can trust him. This self-realisation made his body flush with warmth. Joey wasn’t going to hurt him.

  Acting quickly, Joey untied the rope and took it out of the room. When he returned, he walked straight up to Kevin and hugged him. “Did you remember what I told you?”

  “Yes, Sir. It helped a lot, it really did.” Kevin rubbed his face into Joey’s furry upper chest and hugged him tightly.

  “Want to talk about what scared you?” Joey asked in a surprisingly tender voice.

  Kevin had to think about it. Normally he was too frightened to open up his box of horrors, it being safer to keep it well and truly padlocked shut, but here, in Joey’s arms, he just might manage it.

  “I’ll try.”

  Joey gave Kevin a squeeze. “Let’s get a bit more comfortable, shall we?”

  Releasing Kevin from his embrace, Joey removed the towel from the bed and pulled back the duvet. After he piled his pillows against the headboard, he climbed into bed and gestured to Kevin to follow. Not being totally sure what was expected, Kevin got in, but laid down next to Joey, careful to leave a few centimetres of space between them.

  “Uh, no.” Joey took hold of Kevin and slid him onto Joey’s chest, pulled the thick duvet over them both and tucked it under Kevin’s chin. Finally he reached over to the bedside table and switched off the lamp, plunging the room into total darkness.

  Kevin was grateful when he felt Joey’s hand resume its circular tummy rub.

  After a few minutes of silence, Joey asked, “Feeling calmer?”

  Kevin let out a deep sigh. “You’ve no idea how much, Sir. I feel, well I just feel so…loved.”

  Joey kissed the top of Kevin’s head. “Good.”

  Haltingly, Kevin began. Not being able to see Joey’s expression actually helped. If he saw distaste or disapproval in his lover’s eyes, he knew he’d not be able to continue.

  With remarkable calmness, Kevin told of how Cal had spiralled into an out of control sadist. How he would beat him for even the most minor of transgressions. The humiliations in front of Cal’s cronies.

  Throughout Kevin’s narrative, Joey stayed silent, though now and again his arms would tighten, pulling Kevin closer. Drawing strength from Joey’s love and acceptance, Kevin couldn’t stop talking.

  There was a very real risk Joey wouldn’t want to remain his sir when he found out everything about how weak and ineffectual he really was, but Kevin’s self-esteem was at such a low point anyway, if Joey didn’t want him, then he knew nobody would. Best to find out.

  “At first Cal was okay whenever we’d do a bondage scene. He was always a bit rougher than I liked, but I’d given myself to him, so he had the right to use me as he saw fit.” Kevin thought Joey would challenge what he had said, but he remained silent. “Things gradually got worse. Maybe he needed to get more and more extreme in order to get off, I don’t know. You see he’d had problems with impotency for a long time. He’d get madder and madder when he couldn’t get hard. Of course he blamed me, calling me useless and saying I couldn’t take care of my master properly. I used to believe what he said, thinking that it was my fault. I must have been doing something wrong. I’d try my hardest, cooking him his favourite meals, cleaning up after him, always praising him. I dedicated my whole life to loving him. If he didn’t love me back, it was because I wasn’t good enough.

  “One time when he’d tied me up, the ropes were too tight…I couldn’t feel my hands. I asked, pleaded with him to slacken my bonds, but he just laughed at me and told me that I was a wimp.

  “Something had happened at work, I never found out what exactly. As soon as we got home, he wouldn’t let me eat or use the toilet, he took me straight to the bedroom and lashed me to the bed.

  “Because he’d been more brutal than usual, he’d managed to get an erection. So he plunged it straight into me without using any lube, just a bit of spit. He never leaked much pre-come, so basically I was fucked dry. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt before. I had to bite the pillow to stop myself from screaming, cause I know that’d only have encouraged him to get even rougher.

  “He lost his erection before he ejaculated though. I thought he was gonna kill me. He slapped me around…I couldn’t defend myself of course. He left the room. I thought he was going to get his belt, but a couple of minutes later I heard him slam the front door. I lay on the bed. My body—or at least the bits I could feel—was really hurting. I later found out that my arse was bleeding, but at the time the thing that bothered me most was needing to pee. I called out, but of course no one could hear me. So I…” For the first time since he’d started, Kevin paused. “I had to piss the bed. I knew I’d be punished but I couldn’t help it, I had to go. I
can’t tell you how horrible I felt. But I had no choice.

  “The muscles in my arms and legs had gone numb. I couldn’t feel them any more. The piss soon cooled and started to smell. I knew then that I’d reached rock bottom. Why did Cal treat me like he did? No matter what I did for him, it never made any difference.

  “Cal didn’t come back till the next morning, stinking of stale whisky. As you can imagine he wasn’t best pleased, to put it mildly, that I’d wet his bed. He untied me…I couldn’t get my limbs to work, that meant I wasn’t able to fend off his blows.”

  Kevin felt Joey’s body shaking. Looking up, his eyes now accustomed to the dark, he saw Joey turn his head away.

  Getting up onto his knees, Kevin said, “Sir?”

  When Joey faced him, a shaft of moonlight caught his cheek and highlighted the moisture on it.

  Kevin felt a stabbing pain deep in his chest. “I shouldn’t have told you.” Swallowing, he continued, “I’ll go.” He fought back his tears as he made to get out of the bed.

  “Noooo!” Joey gripped Kevin fiercely. It took the big man a couple of moments to collect himself. “That fucking evil sadist. I swear I’m gonna kill him!”

  “No, Sir. No. If you do, you’ll go to prison.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about that! And how come he isn’t behind bars anyway?”

  Kevin was relieved Joey wasn’t rejecting him. “I didn’t tell the police about it.”

  “What?”

  “Sir, it would have been my word against his, there were never any witnesses, and for the most part I let him do it all to me.”

  “Why? I don’t get it.”

  “He owned me. He could do what he wanted to me, it was his right.”

  “That’s crap. He had no right to treat you like that.”

  “I’m a submissive. Cal was my master.”

  “Fuck!” Joey shook his head, clearly not understanding the BDSM lifestyle.

  “Over the years I was with Cal, he ate away at my self-confidence, not that I had much to start with. I was a total basket case by the time Peter and Terry rescued me. I had to spend a couple of weeks in a psychiatric ward with all the other nutters.”