onto a dirt road next to a sunflower farm, and stopped about twenty yards in. There were no streetlights, but there was an old farmhouse up the road with its porch light on.

“What are you doing…?” Doug asked. The answer was a gun, in his face, shining coldly in the blue light of the dashboard.

“Get in the back. Now!”

“Okay man! Chill out – what’s going on?” Doug scrambled into the backseat. Once there, he tried the doors, but they wouldn’t unlock. “What the fuck man – what do you want?”

Ian slinked easily into the dark of the backseat, keeping his gun trained on Doug.

“I’ll do whatever you want man, just take it easy, okay?”

“Yeah, you will do whatever I want. And I am gonna take it,” he poked the barrel of the gun into Doug’s crotch, “real easy. Take off your pants.”

“What?”

Ian slapped him sharply.

“I said take. Off. Your fucking. Pants!”

Doug choked back a sob, hitched his hips up, and pulled his jeans halfway down his thighs.

“All the way.”

He pulled the jeans down to his ankles.

“No underwear,” Ian noticed. He tapped Doug’s stiffening dick with the gun. “Looks like you were ready for this. This is what you do, isn’t it? Walk the streets, looking to score…”

“It’s not like that, man…”

“Shut up!” Ian hissed. “Lose the shirt.”

Doug stripped off his t-shirt and clutched it to his belly like some kind of defense. Ian snatched it away from him and threw it in the front seat. Using the jeans bunched around Doug’s ankles like a handle, he hauled Doug onto his back and forced his feet into the air. He looped one of the belt buckles in the trucks built in clothing hook – a handy feature for this sort of endeavor. He leered down at the man’s exposed ass; it practically glowed in the dim light. He gave the tight pucker a brutal jab with the barrel of the gun.

Doug tried to struggle away, but Ian was gripping Doug’s wrists above his head. He was helpless, virtually hogtied.

“Get the fuck off me, you freak!” Doug yelled.

“Are you kidding?” Ian laughed. It was a cold, scary laugh. “You’re enjoying this too much. Look at how hard you are.” Ian dropped the gun onto the floor and squeezed Doug’s hard-on. He felt a familiar wetness on his knuckle. He wiped his knuckle against Doug’s hole, slicking it, getting it ready.

Doug whimpered. Ian undid his own pants, letting his cock spring out. He pressed the head of it against Doug’s hot skin.

“Come on, man, don’t!” Doug pleaded. “Don’t do this!”

Ian just laughed and swayed his hips, watching his dick smack onto Doug’s butt. It wasn’t long before Doug’s ass cheeks were tracked in slick pre-cum.

“It’s time…you want this, don’t you, Doug?”

“No, man, don’t…”

Ian unhooked Doug’s pants and lifted Doug’s knees over his right shoulder. He nestled his cock into Doug’s smooth crack, wetting the hole even more. Then he slowly poked his rock-solid cockhead in and out, loosening him up. He pulled away and got ready to ram his way in the way he wanted, the way he’d been fantasizing about all day.

“Don’t!”