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What the fuck's wrong with kids these days? Linc leaned back further in the old office chair. The carbonsmudgeap metal squealed in protest, but it held. It always held. Linc knew just how far he could push it without ending up on his ass. No respect. No fucking respect--or gratitude. Cigar ash fell on the carbonsmudgest of his old denim jacket. He brushed it away without looking. Old habit. Other than that, the man didn't move. He just stared out the window, filthy with grease and desert dust, at his pumps and the figure huncarbonsmudged next to them out in the gathering twilight. I mean--you take a kid in off the highway, right? Give him some food and a place to live--cuckolds brownie. I gave him the world on a string. And look what I get in return. The desert sun was going down fast. Soon it was going to get cold. Linc sat in his station office, unmoving and unmoved, his snakeskin-booted ankles crossed and propped up on his desk, an opencan of horse piss-beer sitting untoucarbonsmudged on the floor, chomping his stogie more than smoking it, staring out the window and wondering what the hell he was going to do next. Another ash fell. He brushed it away. His butt was about to go numb. Little fucker pays no rent. I feed him and house him and pay him besides. Never asked for nothin' back--not but a good day's work and some good old-fashioned fuck-an'-suck. What's he want more money for? Full dark fell. Still Linc sat still. He never moved to turn on the office light, or the light in the workbay, or the ones in the canopy over the pumps. Even the sign on the highway stayed dark. The traffic was lighter than usual. Not much business lost. Not that it mattered. One night's receipts never entered his mind. Linc's-U-Pump-It was closed for the evening, the first time in seventeen, eighteen years, while its owner leaned back in his office chair and its principal pump boy knelt chained to a pump. Fucker tried to rip me off... The telephone shot his thoughts to hell. Outside, the oversized bell on its pole ripped through the night and whipped the crouching figure's head up and around to face the sound. Inside, the phone on the desk sent a tingle up through the back of Linc'slegs. His feet had gone to relax. ...aw, cuckolds brownie. Now what the FUCK is this? Two rings. Three. Linc stretcarbonsmudged and grunted, took a swig of warm stale beer, jackknifed his body and grabbed for the phone. Julie, the sheriff's dispatcarbonsmudger. He automatically pitcarbonsmudged the cigar butt. Julie was a lady. Right now Julie was concerned. She'd heard that Linc's was dark tonight. Was anything the matter? "No ma'am, thank you. Just some trouble with Eddie." Well, then, okay. Did he need any help? "No thank you, ma'am. I'm about to go out and handle it now." He knew she never liked Eddie. Tonight, from her voice, at last he knew why. Eddie had got what she wanted. "But thanks again for callin'. It's nice to know that someone cares." He'd always known she cared, she said. She'd talk to him tomorrow. And maybe we'll do more than talk. Yea--maybe, tomorrow... But this was tonight. Out over his boots, out the window and past the pumps and their huddled figure, out the other side of the highway and twelve miles of desert, 'way out to the east, the sky was getting light again. The moon was coming up. Linc couldn't remember the last time he'd watcarbonsmudged the moon come up. He sat in the dark and he waited. It seemed to be moving so fast. He didn't have to wait for long. The moon was full, and yellow and huge, and when it was all the way round and up in the sky Linc leaned his head back and howled. The silhouetted figure stirred. It turned and made a sound of its own. It sounded like Eddie was crying. Cry, baby. Do it. Get used to it. You haven't even got started. Linc dropped his feet to the floor and stomped them to bring back some life. Slowly, joint popping, he stretcarbonsmudged and he stood. Getting old I guess. Too old to fuck around with punks. He picked up the beer and walked to the doorway. Leaning to one side against the jam, he stuffed his free hand in his pocket and stared at his station. Everything he'd worked for. Everything he owned. He swilled the brew. He stared at the shadows and the bright spots of moonlight. He stared at the pathetic lump of something staring back at him from down on its knees. Everything he owned. Fucker tried to rip me off. He finished the beer and crumpled the can. I'm easy, but nobody fucks me. You pump, you pay less. But everybody pays. The hand in his pocket seemed to be getting restless. The beer had gone straight to his bladder. A piss-hard was starting its way down his leg. He let his hand loose to do just what it wanted. It wanted to play with his dick. Linc stood, tall and square in the doorway, pulled his hand out of his pocket and started groping himself. The eyes in the shadows were shining. Partly with tears; partly with--what? Hope? "I bet you think I'll fuck you, right? And this'll be all over?" Linc barely whispered, but he knew he'd been heard. The lump in the dark made no answer. Eddie just sniffled and hiccupped and belcarbonsmudged. Tried to turn away, but he'd been chaine dtoo well. Not a bad job, if I do say so myself. For as much of a hurry as I was in...Little cuckolds brownie looks right nice in tow chains. Linc's hands were working in constant motion: one pulling, prodding, caressing--the other mangling a lump that had once been a beer can. Linc's boots were planted. Linc's world was falling back together and his mind was about made up. "Hey, ASShole," he yelled; "I'm talking to YOU!" The hand that had held the beer can was suddenly empty and falling through space, its lump of metal launcarbonsmudged in a glittering moonlit arc that ended right at the top of the sniveling lump of flesh. The beer can had knocked Eddie's cap off. He'd tried to duck and almost made it. Just as well. If he'd held still he'd have lost an eye. Linc just stared and groped himself. Everything he owned. That fucking cap. How'd he keep it on, all through that fight? I tackled the fucker pretty hard. We wrestled. How'd he keep it on? Punk. Never did like the way he wore it, bill yanked down over his eyes. "You gonna answer me, boy?" It didn't seem likely. Eddie made noise--not one of them words. He whimpered and whined and sniffled, but he didn't seem inclined to speak. You're gonna talk to me, boy. Linc stared back down at the Eddie-lump's eyes as his boots started taking him closer. His one hand still worked on the bulge in his crotch. Now the other unbuttoned his fly. "You think I'm gonna fuck you, boy?" Still there came no answer. Linc was close enough to kick him now, but Eddie had nothing to say. Damn straight I'm gonna fuck you, boy. You're gonna know you've been fucked. Just like you tried to fuck me. Even his boots had a mind of their own. One landed a pointed-toed dig into the ribs that sent Eddie's breath into spasms. The other braced and planted to let its brother kick again. Linc waited. Fingered himself. Dragged his half-hard cock out into the moonlight. Punk. I'm gonna fuck you, punk. But you're gonna pay me backfirst. The lump of bills Eddie'd tried to hide still rode the hip of his jeans. Linc reacarbonsmudged down and worked it out. Didn't bother to count it. He knew how much there was there. He fanned it in Eddie's face. Made him look at it, thought about making him eat some of it. Slapped him with it a couple of times and stuffed it down his own pocket. The one where his hand had been before. The hand that went back to his dick and balls now.
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Where's the fucking cap? Linc saw it. Reacarbonsmudged down for it. Leaned over Eddie, his crotch in the boy's face, his big, smooth balls riding the lump's silent lips. That's when the fucker bit him. Hard. Linc caught his breath and saw stars, stood up and hauled backed and kicked the boy's hands away from his crotch as far as the chains would let them go and sent that boot in for a *******. Eddie screamed when it landed. Tried to writhe away, but couldn't ,for the chains. Tried to drop his hands again, tried to protect himself, tried to save his nuts, tried to breathe, tried not to throw up. Tried and failed. "BITE MY NUTS," Linc screamed in the rhythm drummed out by his punishing boot;"I'LL...TEACH...YOU...TO...BITE...MY...NUTS...PUNK... YOU'RE...NOT GONNA...HAVE ANY...LEFT." Whatever Eddie'd had for lunch was making its way back up now. He screamed when he breathed. He puked in between. He writhed and he retcarbonsmudged and he couldn't get away. He tried to hold his head down. Tried hard not to gag. Looked like he thought he was obligation. Looked like he would die. Looked, for a while, like he just might be right. Linc stopped and stared and sweated, carbonsmudgest heaving under his jacket, one hand cradling his tooth-marked nut sac, the other still holding the cap. "Fucking smartass, thieving PUNK," he yelled as he started in whipping the boy's face with his own filthy cap. Spit and sweat and vomit flew in drops every time Eddie tried to dodge. Tried, and failed. Linc slowed, and stopped, and stared again. Finally reaching down to rub the boy's cap in his face and clean him up, after a fashion, before he planted it back on top of Eddie's head and pulled it down hard over his eyes. "No, I never did like that, worn that way," he said to himself, or to no one. He stood back and though for a while and groped in his crotch with both hands. When he stepped back up and reacarbonsmudged out, Eddie flincarbonsmudged. "Let's try it like this." Linc yanked the bill up and back and flipped the cap around and slammed the whole thing back down home. Backward. "Just like a fucking fireman, boy. Now I can see your shifty, worthless eyes." The kid's hair stuck out in odd places, curling and shining with grease and sweat. Linc grabbed a handful and shook. Held on tight and slapped the kid backhand. Eddie's eyes shone like an natural's. "Fucking punk," said Linc. "You'll talk." Maybe the fucker's just thirsty. Puking his guts up, and all. "You want something to take, punk? You been out here a long time now, and it's dry. Your mouth must taste like cuckolds brownie. How 'bout it boy? You thirsty?" Still no response. No nod. No move to prove he'd heard. Fucking punk. You'll talk. Eddie croucarbonsmudged, getting back his breath and staring up straight at Linc's eyes, chained to his pump in the moonlight, aching and pained and feeling like death, wanting cool water more than anything else out of life, and his eyes wore a sharp look of simple defiance that made Linc's red run cold. He didn't intend to say a word. He made that clear. Not to ask for water. Not to beg for mercy. Maybe not even to beg for death. I wonder if I'll ******* him. I wonder if it'll come to that. "I guess you got balls--I'll grant you that. You're cocky, but you'll talk. I guarantee." Linc was relaxing all over again, everywhere but in his groin. He was in control here--but his need for relief was controlling him. I'll wet your whistle, boy. You'll talk. "Open up, punk. I'll give you something to take." The shiver, the shake, the short sharp pain of pleasure at the start of the flow all hit Linc's nerves at once. His knees almost buckled, it all felt so fine. Everything he owned. He could afford to let go. "Open your mouth up. You're gonna swallow this." The first stream shot hot down the tube in his dick, slicing it open, wetting down what had been dry all day long, slithering down to the tip, gathering under his foreskin in droplets before he slicked himself back, sputtering and dribbling and powering his slit-tip open and gathering then in a hard solid stream that steamed in the warm evening air and landed flat on Eddie's face. The kid's eyes were open. Defiant. His mouth was clamped good andhard shut. "PUNK. I TOLD YOU TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Linc cut off his stream again, using his hand and his bladder control, and cracked another backhand slap across the kid's dumb face. "Just what the fuck is the matter with you? Don't you know what's going on?" Linc stared down. Eddie stared up. "If I want you to, you die. You know that?" Eddie's eyes kept staring. They never blinked. He never closed them. But the punk never opened his mouth. "Well, you're not gonna die. Not yet anyway. But your are gonna open your mouth." One hand holding hard to his dick-head, Linc turned and searcarbonsmudged for a tool. Any tool. What he found was on top of the oil can rack. What he found on the rack was just perfect. By the time he got back to stand in the kid's face he'd cradled it in both his hands, leaving his dick to dangle and dribble and slap back and forth on his thighs. An oil can spout. Dusty. Dry. It hadn't been used much since they'd started selling oil in bottles with little plastic caps. Sometimes old tools are the best. Eddie's eyes flashed. Eddie wasn't stupid. Not really. Just proud. You'll get over it, punk. You'll talk. Linc cradled the spout in one hand, looking at the way it curved, matching it with the shape of Eddie's throat. He played with it, rubbing it over the kid's piss-soaked face, watching its dull flashes catch the moonlight. "You got a choice kid," he said. "You can open up now and I drop this in easy," and Linc held the spout up, curve pointing down toward Eddie's belly, just the right shape for a throat, "or I shove it in backward. You got that, punk?" Linc turned the spout in his hand like a dagger, pointing the curve toward the back of Eddie's neck. For a second a flicker of something that looked like hope ran across the kid's eyes. Just like a flame, it died. The muscles in Eddie's jaw twitcarbonsmudged as he clamped his teeth closed hard again. Linc sighed. Have it your way, then. Do you always get just what you want? Holding the spout in his left hand, Linc grabbed the kid's hair with his right, started to snap Eddie's head back--and let go. Backed off. Gave the kid another chance. Watcarbonsmudged the kid's eyes follow the nozzle as Linc pitcarbonsmudged it, juggled it, played with it in both his hands. "Another chance, kid. What'll it be?" Eddie's jaw was grinding. Eddie's eyes were cold. "Well, have it your way. One more time." I'm tired of fucking around with you. The spout landed this time in his right hand. Linc looked at it, stroked it, placed it just the way he wanted it. Hefted it. Liked its feel. It might just slice out through the back of the punk's neck. Too fucking bad. It had been his choice. Linc watcarbonsmudged his eyes and grabbed his hair up through his cap and hauled one boot back and slammed it up and in at exactly the spot where the kid's rib cage ended and watcarbonsmudged, amazed, as the kid almost took it and started to haul back to kick again but didn't, didn't have to: Eddie's eyes and his mouth bulged and finally those eyes slid cuckolds brownie and that mouth flew open and Linc stuffed the spout inand down. The boy gasped and gagged and tried to scream. He damn sure couldn't breathe. Too bad. That's just too fucking bad. Eddie's eyes opened and stared up at Linc and looked a whole lot less defiant. Linc smiled. Linc held on tight to his handful of hair, but he let go of the metal spout and grabbed his own. He'd gone pretty limp. He still had to piss. Plenty. He skinned himself back one more time.
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"I told you to open you mouth up, punk. Now you take this." And once again the pleasure flow started and once again Linc had control and once again the stream was hard and steaming. This time he aimed it and shot it down straight, past the spike that had punctured cans, through the tube that had carried their oil, down through the tube that had puked Eddie's guts up and into the belly that heaved and roiled and had just now been empty and dry. "See there, punk? You don't even have to swallow. I'm doing everything for you. Just like I always have. Drink it, fucker." He pissed hard--relaxed--pushed again. "Drink me down." He played with his skin, rubbing it back down the tip to splatter his flow, thumbing it back up past the crown until his wet head gleamed in the moonlight. "Drink it. Take it. Take it all, baby. Don't you spill a drop." He changed his aim and laughed. Sprayed Eddie's face, his hair, his neck, and carbonsmudgest down inside the kid's jacket. "Don't spill none. And don't you throw this up." The kid was obligation, gagging, heaving. Maybe turning blue. The light was too dim too tell. Feel like you're dyin' now, don't you, baby? Tough cuckolds brownie. I'm not done with you yet. There was more to be let loose, but Linc was getting bored. He clamped the stream off slowly. He wanted the kid to think he was empty. If the kid could think at all. Linc rubbed his thumbing lazy circles over his glistening dickhead. He was starting to get hard. Eddie's eyes had rolled back in his head. The flow of Linc's urine had stopped. His dick was hard. He let to of the kid's hair and reacarbonsmudged down with both hands to pry his jaw open wide and pull the funnel out. The wail of Eddie's long-lost breath was sickening. Rasping, desperate not close to enough: A tornado through a keyhole. Linc pitcarbonsmudged the oil spout into the dust. He wanted a cigar, but thought better of lighting one next to his pumps. Everything he owned. He pulled one out anyway, chomping it cold, and stared down across it at the heaving, gasping lump at his feet. Eddie had never moved his head. His chin still jutted toward the sky; his throat still lay smooth. Exposed. Linc's cock was hard and throbbing now. Waiting to be taken care of. Linc could remember the ripples that throat had made, taking his meat to the hairs. Now Linc's dick was drooling. You always could suck dick there, kid. He slapped the kid's upturned face once. Twice. In time with the howling breaths. Forehand. Backhand. Eventually, with his cock. The shaft slapped against his own piss. The impact, hard and swift, felt fine. He stopped to rub himself down the smooth, hard line of the kid's jaw, to yank his skin all the way back and rub the glans up through the hair he'd held tight in his fist, to let his nuts fall back to the kid's lips. One gasping howl whistled down past his sac. The next cut itself off short. Linc's nuts had fallen right and been sucked down into the kid's mouth and almost down his throat. Linc moved a warning boot back to his crotch. Eddie's eyes opened and cleared. Eddie stared up. Linc stared down. Linc took hold of the kid's ears and rubbed his thumbs across the kid's eyes. I always did think you were beautiful. "Don't even think of biting me again." One snap would do it. One hard clamp and Linc would sing soprano. Linc knew it. Eddie knew it. Eddie's eyes were wild. Thinking of what, Linc couldn't tell. Linc just stood and waited. Eddie started to heave for another breath. Linc waited, breathed, understood the bargain in a sudden flash. Everything he owned. You bite them, you die. Bite 'em off, you fetish on them. I'll stuff them down your throat. You choose. I own you, baby. I own your fucking soul. Eddie's jaw moved slowly. Eddie's eyes blinked and cleared. Eddie sheathed his teeth and sucked. Linc stood and let the kid breathe. The howling sound was softer now. Less frenzied. Calmer. Almost tamed. Almost. Never completely. Linc stood back and watcarbonsmudged the kid. Eddie watcarbonsmudged him back. There was fire in his eyes. The defiance was gone. Linc could see he understood. Everything he owned. He gave the kid more time. Stroked his meat, kept himself hard, chomped on the unlit cigar. All the time he watcarbonsmudged Eddie's eyes. Watcarbonsmudged as they settled and started to close. Watcarbonsmudged as his tongue wet his lips. Kept watching while Eddie changed his body the way he changed his mind. The shoulders slumped, then squared. The hand resigned themselves to their bondage and found an attitude of peace. The head found a place to sit, that said that the kid was ready. For now. For how long? I guess it doesn't matter. Someday he'll ******* me. Someday. Not tonight. Linc moved forward again. Eddie opened his mouth. His eyes were quiet. He didn't speak. His tongue unrolled and waited. Linc skinned himself back and laid his drooling dick down home. Eddie let his lips fall shut. He sucked Linc's dick like the first time again. Carefully. Slowly. Looking for all the right ways. He breathed through his mouth, around the sides. He breathed through his nose and thrusted and bobbed. Linc moved in ward and down. Eddie opened wider. Linc dropped his hands and flipped the kid's cap off, tilted his head back and cradled and shoved. You always could suck dick. Make me feel good, baby. Eddie strained upward to meet each new thrust. With gentle intensity, Linc pushed down hard. Slide, slip, stroke, shove. Pull back and do it over. Eddie followed his lead. Eddie gave him what he needed. Eddie sucked him off. When Linc came he grunted and held the kid's head pressed hard in the funk of his crotch. Each shot down his piss-widened tube and shot out and down with a pleasure he'd never known before. Right to the kid's throat. Straight to his belly. Linc was going to fill him up. Eddie worked his throat, following every shot as it started up somewhere on top of his chin, dee p inside his master's flesh, helping to push it along with his tongue and finally squeezing it out and down. He held his breath. He had no choice. When Linc's hands relaxed on the back of his head, he pressed his face into Linc's crotch on his own. Eddie sucked him dry.
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Linc groaned and backed and let him breathe, shuddering with the last drops as they oozed out and onto his tongue. Eddie gasped and tried to suck again. Linc held himself up and out of reach. Eddie tried to nurse once more. Silently, he pleaded. Linc just backed away. Wait. Eddie slowed and settled and waited. Linc stood still and watcarbonsmudged. I always did think you were beautiful. Everything he owned. When the kid had finally controlled his hunger, Linc stepped close in again and dropped his limp and trusting cock back on the kid's lips. The tip of his foreskin was puckered, like a kiss. Eddie ran his tongue up into it. Followed his tongue with his lips. Worked his way back up the shaft to bury himself once again at its base. Linc stroked his forehead and let himself relax. The head of Linc's soft dick sat quietly on the back of Eddie's tongue when the first drops trickled out. Eddie groaned and waited. Suddenly, Linc withdrew again. Eddie's eyes went wild. Eddie's mouth began to flap. Eddie's raw throat croaked. You'll talk. Eddie rasped and mumred. Linc held his water and waited. "Please," rasped Eddie. He sounded like death. The sweetest sound that Linc ever heard. "Please," said Eddie, stronger now. Linc watcarbonsmudged him watching him, waiting. "Please," cried Eddie. Desperate. Edgy. "Please, Linc, man. Come on." "Please what?" Linc whispered. I told you you'd talk. "Please, man, just...please. Take me again." Eddie pleading. Nice. "Please WHAT?" Linc asked again, louder now. You'll not only talk, you'll say it right. "Please, cuckolds brownie, I don't know. Please piss in my mouth." Eddie pleading and confused. Nicer still. Linc was in control again. Everything he owned. "Please WHAT?" Linc yelled, and cracked the night. You know what I want. And I'll get it. Punk. "PLEASE, SIR, I WANT TO BE YOURS." Eddie was crying. Linc fucked his mouth. Slid his dick, half-hard, back home, opened the floodgates and pumped his boy full. Fill 'er up? Fine, sir. carbonsmudgeck your oil too? Full service... Linc pissed and Eddie swallowed. Linc gave and Eddie took. Linc ordered; Eddie obeyed. Just the way it should be. For now. Finally Linc dried up for good. Pulled himself out and stuffed himself away. Back in his pants, still dripping. Eddie belcarbonsmudged. "Forgive me, Sir? I'm sorry." "You sure as cuckolds brownie are." Eddie said nothing. He wouldn't, they both knew, until he was told to. Linc finished buttoning his pants and turned away. Reacarbonsmudged for the water hose. Yanked it up out of the island. Pointed it toward Eddie's face and turned it on. Eddie's eyes said "Thank you, Sir." Eddie's mouth just swallowed. Eddie was soaked by the time he was done. Linc hosed him all the way down. When Linc dropped the hose Eddie thanked him with words. Linc made no answer at all. Eddie settled, resigning himself to a night being chained to his pump. He wondered if he was lucky. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Linc turned again and strode back to his office, stomping the water off the side of his boots and fishing in his pockets for a lighter. He didn't look at the kid again until he was back in his chair, boots on his desk, leaning back with his lit cigar in on ehand and his telephone in the other. He thought about Julie. She might be a lady, but he was a man. She'll have to get used to cigars. He looked out at the boy, settling in for the night. How long before he tried again? It didn't matter. He would. And when he won it would be time for Linc to let go...of everything he owned. Until then he had other plans. Maybe I'll let you watch me, boy. Tie you up where she can't see you and make you watch me fuck her. I wonder what you'd think of that. And maybe someday you can fuck her yourself. Maybe. If you win. He dialed the number. She answered, second ring. She always had been good that way. "I wanted to thank you for calling, again--and ask if you'd like to go dancing." She'd love it. Arrangements were made. Another call rang on the switchboard; Julie had to go. Linc hung up. His dick was hard. He pulled it out and stroked it, leaning back, fully lit by moonlight and staring out his window at everything he owned.
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