East Bound and Down

-Ian

-Copywright 2002 Someone Otherthanyou

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Interstate 25 was now becoming a distant memory as the slightly overweight 18 wheeler thundered past the interchange to interstate 10. The raven black cab of the 1990 Peterbuilt, long filthy from its pass thru New Mexico's dust storms over the last 7 hours, was quiet. Odd being, it was usually filled with the noise of Judas Preist, Sammy Hagar and Van Halen pouring from the overhead CD/DVD player. Not this time, anyway. El Paso, Tx. was now in sight, and T Man as he was better known as, knew his next adventure lay just on the other side of El Paso's city limits. In the back of the cab, he could hear his laptop chime with the tone of new messages. Anxious, T pulled over to the side of the interstate, and jumped in the back.

T's laptop's connection to the net was not bound hardwired to the rig's comm link to the main office, nor did it ever interfere, but it was always a welcome distraction to the otherwise dreary, bland and rather mundane task of truck driving. The message was familliar. The subject read simply: "Im waiting". T knew what that always meant. Smiling, he shut the laptop, and placed it under the rear bunk ontop of his small flatbed scanner. Before getting up, he managed to pull out his black large tool box from under the bunk, and placed it behind the front seat. He grabbed his Polaroid camera out from overhead of the bunk, and placed that along side the tackle. Getting back behind the wheel, T adjusted the rear brakes, checked the road, and headed out to city limits.

It felt to T to take alittle longer to get to the Petro Truck Stop outside of town. Amidst the porno shops, and the all night diners, it really wasnt all that long. The waiting and expectation is always murder when he knows he has appointents. The Peterbuilt lumbered into the truck lot, and found a space far from most of the other trucks. Mostly, the trucks that parked to themselves, kept to themselves. Many of those other drivers were single riders, or first time riders, not knowing what the usual is at a new stop, so, they kept to themselves. State troopers were always on the premises, to make sure peace was kept, but sometimes, they were out there to make sure nothing else was going on, after all, trucking is a lonely profession in need of services.

T climbed out of the cab, and went inside the truck stop. Showing his card, he was given fresh towels, soap, and shampoo. One of the perils of trucking was the lack of showers. T enjoyed every chance he got to get one. T didnt go to the showers right away, though. He decided to wait untill after his appointment left, he could shower, and sleep in comfort.. Walking back to the rig, he noticed a white Pontiac Grand Am circling repeatedly around his truck. T dodged behind a CFI truck to avoid beeing seen. The car turned around and parked a short distance away from the cab. T darted back to his passenger side, and jumped in. From the lower door window, he peered out and saw the face of a young, blonde boy, nervously biting his lip. His appointment arrived.

T threw on the Oakland A's baseball cap that was Fed Ex'ed to one of the stops in Denver, and red t-shirt he told his appointment to look for. He stepped out of the cab, and checked the air lines connecting the cab to the trailer in back. He heard little, as the sound of his engine blocked out most of the noise, but he did hear the faint slam of a car door. Pretending he never heard a thing, he moved to the other side of the framerails, and jumped off, with his back still turned to the boy. He walked to the rear of the trailer, and checked the lock, when around the corner, wearing dark blue jeans, and black t-shirt, and oddly shaped Oakley glasses, stood the 5 foot 6 inch blonde gen-xer staring straight at him.

"Are you 'T Man'?"

"Who wants to know?"

"oogle_eyes1254983"

"What do you want?"

"Im looking for a trucker named 'T Man', I was wonder..."

"Im T Man. Are you here for the appointment?"

"Y.. yeah."

"Do you have what we agreed on?"

"Yes, all two thou..."

"No. Not here. Inside the cab. Never say shit like that out in the open. You dont know who the hell is out here. C'mon, hop inside the cab. We can talk more privately there."

T could feel oogle's eyes as he scanned his body from behind. T opened the cab door, and allowed him in. Funny thing, he couldnt get in the cab the first time, his shorter legs stretched to the max to get up to the first step on the side tanks. His third attempt started to wane on humor, and T hefted him into the cab with his left arm, and swiftly followed. Once inside, T showed him to the rear bunk, and told him to sit. T spun the passenger seat around to face him as he sat silently, and noticably nervously.

"Just to clear the air, 'oogle_eyes', that small pannel to your left is a door. Its unlocked. If you are having second thoughts you can easily open it up, and leave, and no one is any the wiser, no harm, no fowl. You and I will go about our merry way knowing nothing that was supposed to occurr. Go ahead, try the door."

"No, no, I trust you, Sir."

"Good. Now, you need to know something about these rest stops. If you go spouting out loud the ammount of cash you have loosely flopping around in your wallet, youre libel to get mugged, and it would be your word against someone else's. No proof, no records, no nothing. Now, with that said, do you have what we agreed on?"

"Yes, sir, all two thousand dollars, in $100 and $50 dollar bills."

"Now, before we do anything, are you absolutely sure you want to go thru with this? This is now the point where you have to make your mind up whether or not you want to go all the way. Are you certain this is absolutely what you want?"

"Yes, T-Man, this is what I want. Ive been wanting it for the longest time. I cant imagine what I would be like if I didnt go thru with this."

"Good. Then you are also ok that you will never see your dick or balls ever again either, right?"

"Um, actually..."

"Actually what? 'Actually' was never in our agreement. What do you want?"

"I would like to at least keep something to remind me..."

"No deal. Its either all, or nothing. Nothing in our original deal said different. Theres the door if you want to change the agreement."

"NO! Wait! Ok, all of it. Gone, I dont want any of it."

"Are you sure?"

"Y... Yes. Im sure."

"You better be. Cause were starting as soon as payment is made. I prefer payment up front to ensure a quality job."

"Here. You can count it if you..."

"No, thats not neccissary. Strip."

"What?"

"Strip, damn it, you cant expect me to do this with your clothes on, can you? Strip down, and lie flat on your back."

"Yes sir."

T stood up, and closed the partitioning curtain, darkening the back of the cab to a near pitch black. The small lower door windows gave the floor some light, and T could see oogle strip off his jeans, showing the near hairlessness of his legs in the dim light. T's 10 inch monster cock started to grow in his own jeans as he saw this sexy man undress in the confines of his cab. Not a sight he hasnt had before him, T-man had had a long and successful history performing his craft. Oogle was now completely naked, and T had the perfect oppertunity to grab the Polaroid from below the seat, and took a picture, catching his client off guard. He set the camera and develpoing picture down on the floor again, and knealt infront of Oogle. His hand started to explore the body of his client, feeling the still silky smooth skin of the 5 inch long soft member and egg-like orbs, truly enjoying this moment.

"Lie down on the bed."

"Yes sir."

"You understand I will be using limited anesthetic, right?"

"Yes sir, just as we planned."

"Good. I want you to know whats happening without killing you from the shock."

An audible gulping of saliva was heard from his client as T slowly held one of oogle's arms up to the wall where one of the leather holds was strapped to. Oogle led his other arm to the other post, and allowed T to secure him in. His legs were bound together, and his knees bent outward, and a wooden broom handle used to keep his kneed from jerking inward durring the cuts. T turned around and grabbed his box, and slowly opened it. He found his hardhat light in the compartment near the door, and proped it onto the hat to shine light directly where he needed it. He also got the large DC battery under the bed out as well as two alligator clamps with wire soldered together. He was now ready.

"You like music oogle?"

"Y.. y... yes sir."

"Good. You dont mind then if we turn on some then, right?"

"No sir, go ahead."

"Any requests?"

"Um, do you have anything from Megadeth?"

"No, but this might come close."

T put the CD in and cranked the radio up. Twisted Sister cranked out of the speakers close to oogle_eyes head. The drum beat took him hy surprise, as did the needle to his dick. In the dark and looking above him at empty darkenss, he soon started to feel less and less in his dick, but strangely still felt everything in his sac. He felt alittle pressure as he felt what he thought was a catheter being inserted in him, when in actuallity it was a recieving tube for his dick's newest accessoy in its final hours of life; a Prince Albert. He vaugely felt the cold steel as it entered his urethra, but felt the skin break as the needle and ring broke the skin. Oogle tried to look down at his newly adorned dick, but T's arm was in the way. Oogles head rested back on the cushin, as he fel his dick being manhandled once again. This time, the catheter made its way in. The time was here.

T grabbed his scalpel, and started to make one center cut on oogles sac. Bleeding was minimized with an electric soldering iron plugged to an outlet on the opposite wall of the sleeper. once deep enough, T reached in with his fingers and fished out Oogle's balls. Oogle was moaning loudly, as his balls were exposed to air for the first, and last time in their existence. T let the balls rest on their cords, hanging off him for a moment, while he readied the alligator clamps and DC battery. He looped the seperate wires over eah individual terminal, and touched them together, and the electricity arced from one clamp to the other, with a short, audible hum, and pop. Oogles syes dilated at the sound of things to come.

T grabbed hold of Oogle's left testicle, and let the alligator clamp dig deep into the soft, mushy flesh. Daggers of pain raced thru his abdomen and groin at the sensation of the clamps teeth biting into his tender manhood. Then, the second, and volatile wire was clamped simillarly to the right testicle, and with the same affect the left had, oogle's every fiber of his being racked with pain, and electricity. Spasm after wild spasm of his abs occurred as volt after volt of electricity was sent thru his body via the testicles. Oogles breathing became eratic, and at one point stopped, but it was momentary, for at that second, Oogle's body felt an orgasm unlike anything he ever thought could imagine. Volley after volley of cum erupted from oogle's catheterized dick, and collected in the tube.

After what seemed to be hours on the clamps turned out to be 15 seconds. T unhooked one of the clamps to find the tell tale sizzle marks left from the coursing electricity. Oogle's breathing became more controlled, as the moment of tourture seemed to pass. T then reached for the scalpel, and started to saw off oogle's dick from its base. Feeling nothing but the sharp pain still lingering in his balls, oogle never saw T as he completely cut thru his 5 inch member from his body. He was even more oblivious that T set the severed organ on his chest so he could cauterize the wound. T grabbed the soldering iron out again, and this time, delicately cauterized the somewhat bleeding stump left behind on Oogle's crotch. Oogle regained enugh composure to lift his head up and stare at his severed dick less than 4 inches from his face.

T set the iron down, and turned his attention to Oogle as he stayed staring at his amputated member in stupid disbelief. T never gave him a warning of when it was going to happen, and this dissapointed him for a moment. Oogle started to tear up, knowing he never had a chance to see his dick get the mortal wound to seperate it from him. He looked up to see T's expressionless face, and rather apathetic demeanor of what happened. T grabbed the shrinking erection off Oogles chest, and grabbed the soldering iron again, and started to seal off the open end of the dick, sealing the remainder of the blood that was inside his dick. As soon as he was finished, T ordered oogle to open his mouth, to which he did. T placed the cut off end in first, making the shaft and head poking out oogles mouth. T grabbed the Polaroid again, and took another picture.

The flash from the camera was starting to wear off when oogle felt the clamps bite down again, this time on the stalks that held his balls to his body. The pain seemed to be more intense than before, figuring the nerves in his nuts must have been fried. It caused Oogle to litterally spit out his dick, and like a searchlight over the skies of London in WWII, T's head light followed the dick as it flew into the foward cab portion of the semi. T kept the clamps on his cords for almost a minute, causing screams of pain to come out of the destroyed gen-exer's tortured body. But no one could hear those screams over the sounds of Motley Crue drowning out the outside world to the hells Oogle was facing inside. In around this time, the light off T's hat light started to dim out, but not before seeing tufts of smoke rising from the clamps still held fast on the cords. Satisfied, T made the final cuts just below the clamps.

By now, Oogle was babbling incessantly, and his thrashed against his bonds were lessening. The battery was not even drained that much, but T took it off so Oogle could rest. T grabbed the remote for the CD player, and turned the music down to a more enjoyable level. He also stood up and opened the overhead vent for some fresh air and light. The smell of freshly cauterised flesh always made the cab reek to no end, and would take some time to air out if not vented immediately. With the light, Oogle saw his mangled manhood, in a bloody mess between his legs. He didnt know whether or not to cry, or smile at this point enduring so much in such a small ammount of time. He just let his head fall backwards again, resting somewhat, still unsure everything happened. T man emerged from the front half of the cab again, this time sans clothes, and clutching two dicks in hand.

T walked back to Oogle, and started to masturbate slowly with both dicks in one hand, letting T's natural lube cover both dicks in the process. Oogle could only stare and watch at this point, since he was still bound, and could do nothing. T started to jerk alittle harder at this point, causing the newly made Prince Albert rub the side of his own dick. The cold steel and wet dead flesh was causing T to have one of the largest orgasms of his life. Before he went any further, he dropped his new natural dildo and grabbed the still slightly bloody testis from the tool box he deposited them earlier. He turned his attention to his aching, and nearly blue balls, and started to masage them intently with his new set of nuts. T man didnt need to touch his dick soon afterwards, cause the sheer excitement of masturbating to a set of castrated equipment caused T to shoot his load all over Oogles chest, and face. T collapsed on the floor in a heap of sweat and hormones.

It was maybe about 7pm that night when T let oogle loose from the bonds. After cleaning him up from the orgasm, and castration, T placed antibacterial ointments and large butterfly bandaids to oogles purplish blue crotch. Oogle was alittle woozy from the limited use of the anesthetic and from the little blood he lost, but was back on his feet, and into his clothes again. T didnt want oogle to step down from the truck and possibly rip open his wound, so when oogle was leaving, T man picked him up from the arms, and slowly lowered oogle to the ground. Oogle stated staring at T for a minute when T became alittle impatient.

"What?"

"Could I ask you something, Sir?"

"What?"

"Could I kiss you?"

"Why would you want to?"

"You have taken so much away from me, Sir, I want to kiss you and thank you for doing so. Also, you are a fine example of a man, if I do say so myself."

"Aw, what the hell, sure thing, kid."

T jumped down and gave Oogle a long, passionate kiss outside, and in almost public view. Oogle was alittle turned on now that his initial shock wore off, and realized what he had left still inside the cab of the truck. T man, not much for entertaining people broke from the kiss, and opened Oogles car door for him. Gingerly, he sat down feeling more comfortable with the lack of equipment no longer hanging from between his legs. Oogle started the Pontiac, and drove out of the parkinglot, passing a Texas State Trooper as it made its way past him. T waved a friendly hello at the officer, and leisurely climbed back in the cab of the truck, grabbed the stack of fresh towels and soaps from the drivers seat, and a backpack of clean clothes from the floor of the front cab, as well as the newest toys left behind.

T disrobed, and climbed inside the small private stall to shower. He placed his new prizes on the soap dish to get the water temperature just right. Unwrapping the soap, he used every inch of that timy sized travel bar of soap to scrub, and work into a lather his chest. Pausing over his hardening nipples, he circled his nipples with the soap, and a fingernail untill his dick started to stir again. A shudder ran down his spine as he stopped and gave it a nice hard flick of his finger, and went on with the shower. Hneeling down, he was now facing his new prize and accompanying parties. The water spraying from the overhead shower caused the water to run down the front of the severed dickhead, and slowly drip from the stainless steel Prince Albert. T grabbed the dick and started to wash it up with the soap, in a masturbatory fashion, all the while with his eyes closed, remembering what happened earlier that afternoon.

T man got out of the shower after management and other truckers complained of his overuse of water. Still, T enjoyed the time relaxing. In the locker area, T had a chance to dry off his equipment, and go into a Zen-like state, only having to break from it to hide his toys from other truckers views. Only wearing a fresh set of jeans and his boots, he headed back to his semi. Back in the cab, T placed his freshly cleaned prizes in a plastic ziploc bag inside a thermos of cold water, donned a new Tshirt and went for dinner. The menu was inviting, and ordered the rib plate. Before the waitress had a chance to plop his plate of food down, he ordered a second plate, as well as desert. The second plate of barbeque ribs were to go of course, but the desert, fresh hot apple pie was for enjoying right there in the terminal. Time for rest. Rest from the road, and excitement.

The next day, after catching up on his log books, T took off down I-10. Midway to San Antonio, T pulled the Peterbuilt over to the side of the road. He grabbed the thermos with his prizes in it.

"Damned things are almost useless if they're not preserved right away. Oh well, they weren't as big as the little pecker head said they'd be."

Feeling the hot summer day on his back, he walked out a few yards from the truck, and saw some buzzards flying high up over him. Taking out the organs, T took out the now day old Prince Albert and with one heave, tossed the organs into the thick brush. He walked back to the truck for the Polaroid for some last pictures. He returned to find only oogle's dick on the dirt, the two balls were tossed elsewhere in the brush and took a picture. He stayed not too far behind but close enough for two buzzards to land, and start tearing into the meat of the dick, and one last picture was taken. On the trip back to the cab, the pics developed nicely. T turned on the laptop to hear the chime of new messages. He didnt look at them, but turned on the scanner and sent the new pics to Oogle_eyes' inbox. It wasnt the kind of momento Oogle wanted, but this was surely something T was giving him to remind him of what he had.