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Stan
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Date Posted: 12:58:38 06/03/17 Sat
I lived in a small town in the middle of the New Mexico desert. I was in my early 20's, gay, and very lonely. I didn't dare put the make on anyone in town. You know how small towns are. Every one in town would know about it within a day. However, the town was just a few miles from a major truck stop on the new interstate. And most of the town's "respectable" residents gave that place a wide berth.
I was turned on by very masculine-looking men, and most of the truckers I saw filled that bill. I learned very quickly that one could sometimes find lonely truckers looking for other guys as willing "partners" for the evening. The only problem was sorting out those guys from the others. I knew it could be a little dangerous, but I came up with a routine that worked out pretty well. On a Saturday evening, I would put on my tightest jeans, a colorful Western shirt, and Western boots. Then I'd drive to the truck stop and have dinner at the truckers' cafe. I would eat my meal as slowly as possible so I could stay in the cafe for a couple hours. A fair number of times, a trucker would come into the cafe and start up a conversation with me, using lines such as "Hey, cowboy! Are you by your lonesome? Would you like some company?" If I found the guy attractive (and, in my lonely situation, that included just about every guy I saw), I would invite him to sit down and share my table. Things would progress very quickly after that. After finishing our meal, we would go out to the guy's truck, and have sex in his cab, which he shielded from public view with shades over the windows. Because of the constant noise of truck engines, we didn't have to worry about anyone hearing us.
One time, I was eating in the truckers' cafe when this tall trucker walked in. I saw his eyes quickly surveying all the customers, and then, they zeroed in on me. He came over to my table and said "Hi, cowboy! Would you like some company?" I checked him out. He was the hottest trucker I had ever seen. He was probably in his mid-40s and a little taller than me. And he had such a deep, manly voice that I practically "melted" into submission when I heard it. I told him I'd love to have some company and invited him to sit down at my table. While we were eating our meal, he asked me if I would like to check out his truck later, and I said I'd enjoy that.
So, after we finished our meal, we walked out to his truck. He told me to hop into the passenger seat. Then he got in on the driver's side. He said he wanted to make sure we were both on the same wave length. He said he'd like to have sex with me, but there was something else he wanted to do first. He told me he liked to "tame" wild young studs like me with his belt! An alarm went off in my head when he said that. I had never done anything like that before, but this guy was so hot, I'd do almost anything he asked in order to spend the evening with him. So, in a bluff, I told him I could use some "taming" and perhaps his belt was just what I needed. He said he'd drive a short distance away from the truck stop and pull off onto the shoulder where we wouldn't be disturbed. Then he turned off his engine, and we both got out of the cab. He opened up the doors of the trailer, and we entered it. As he had already dropped off his load, the trailer was virtually empty. He shut the doors and locked them from the inside. The trailer was well ventilated, and he had installed some battery-powered lights to illuminate the inside of the trailer.
He told me to take off all my clothes. On the front wall of the trailer were attached 2 metal rings slightly above my head. He took some rope and tied my wrists to those rings. There were 2 more metal rings on that wall near the floor, and he tied my ankles with rope to those rings. Then he took off the belt he was wearing and said, "This is what I use to separate the men from the boys." It was a thick heavy-duty work belt, and it looked real mean. I was beginning to have second thoughts about what I was letting myself in for, but it was too late. He said, "Now we're going to see how much punishment you can really take!" He began whipping my ass with his belt. It hurt like hell. I tried to take the whipping in silence, but it didn't take very many strokes before my ass started to feel like it was on fire. I started crying like a baby. I tried to escape from his belt, but every time I started to pull away from the wall, the ropes would stop me dead in my tracks. The pain just got worse and worse. Eventually, I let out a loud yell with every stroke of the belt.
Finally, I pleaded with him to stop, but he replied, in a mocking tone, "I seem to recall you telling me that my belt was just what you needed. So, now I'm going to teach you a lesson and give you 2 dozen more lashes with my belt." "No! No!", I cried, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. The sting of his belt quickly reduced me to a steady stream of tears. I wasn't as tough as I made out. I was one sorry stud he had "tamed" with his belt. Then, he laid down his belt, put on some soft black leather gloves, and began massaging my butt. It felt so good. Then he said, "Now I'm going to give you a good fucking!" He dropped his pants revealing a massive erection. Subduing this young cowboy had obviously turned him on. He stood directly behind me. Then I felt those leather gloves take hold of my hips as he thrust himself into me. It felt like his erection had propelled me into flight. I was in Seventh Heaven. Eventually, he released me from the ropes. We put our clothes back on and then got back into the cab. He drove back to the truck stop where we spent the night together in his cab.
When I would think back to that memorable evening, I would get turned on, not just by thoughts of that hot-looking trucker, but also by my submission to his belt. I felt a need to have that experience again. I had somehow forgotten how painful the belt whipping had been. So, whenever I met another trucker at that cafe, I'd make a comment on that "mean-looking" belt he had on, and I'd ask him if he ever punished anyone with it. And if he answered "yes", I'd tell him I could use a little "taming" with that belt of his. You'd be surprised how many truckers were not only eager to perform that service, but prepared with restraints in case I had a change of heart during my punishment.
For the curious, my original inspiration for this story was a trucker I saw on a city sidewalk. I was passing by a street vendor selling fresh fruit when I saw this trucker get out of his truck which he had parked a short distance ahead of me and walk toward the fruit vendor. The first thing I noticed about the trucker was the belt he was wearing in his black jeans. It was a 1-3/4" wide black garrison belt, but instead of the standard rectangular garrison belt buckle, he had on a slightly curved shiny metallic belt plate. The belt plate was a silver color and reflective like a mirror. He also had on soft black leather gloves which looked very erotic. I thought he was damned hot.
Several times, starting with that experience, I tried to create a spanking story involving that trucker, but the story would just not take off and died stillborn. I put it aside for several months and then tried again. I relocated the scene from the city to an isolated truck stop (where there would be more truckers) and, for some reason, the story finally took flight this time.
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