Dylan's Truck Stop Tales (M/M)

[Brez510]

You guys might know Dylan; if you don't, read these two stories about his exploits at summer camp first.

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Plain and simple, Dylan likes to get tied up by other guys. He gets a charge from role-playing and imagining he is in perilous situations.

As far as I know, and I don't care what his personal business is, it's none of my business, but Dylan needs his games like a sailor needs the sea.

He has no problem telling me about this stuff. I personally wouldn't tell anyone, but he spews these stories to me like a fountain. He feels that I'm non-judgmental, and he's right.

Dylan has little trouble finding playmates for his fantasies of being tied up and helpless.

He's incredibly handsome. He's about 5'9" tall, has light blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a swimmer's body. Little wonder. He's a star on the Baxter College swim team.

His body is hairless. He tells me he does that to get a little extra speed when he competes. Shaved like that, he could enter a female best legs contest and win!

I must admit, because of things like that, straight guys, including me, sometimes give him an extra look when he walks by.

How do I know so much about Dylan? Well, we work together in the kitchen at the Baxter Truck Stop and Restaurant.

Every day, hundreds of trucks traveling up and down the interstate stop for gas, some fast food, or, in our case, a home-cooked meal at Uncle Ed's Restaurant.

Dylan and I work in the kitchen at Uncle Ed's. I work full-time and Dylan part-time, while he's attending Baxter College.

It's summer now. Dylan wasn't asked back to Camp Arrowhead, although he told me he was pretty popular there.

I don't know the whole story. But again, none of my business.

Dylan and I aren't cooks in the kitchen. We're prep guys who also unload food delivery trucks.

Feeding several hundred hungry truckers each day had us constantly getting supplies delivered.

Some of those truckers move on, others park and spend the night if we are their last delivery stop. We're full service with showers and stuff.

A couple of weeks ago, we were stacking bags of potatoes in the store room when another truck pulled up to the loading dock.

Our paper goods supplier, United Pulp, was making a delivery.

The driver, Lonny, stops by a few times a week. In the back of the kitchen, we have a lounge area for our employees. Uncle Ed, who owns the restaurant, allows drivers like Lonny to relax in the lounge and order a hot meal.

So when Lonny's truck was unloaded, he headed to the lounge.

Lonny ended up sitting there with his friend, another trucker named Sam, who drove a fuel tanker.

Dylan and I were on our break. I was talking to some guys while Dylan was playing with his phone, sitting near Lonny and Sam.

A few minutes later, Dylan got up and took me over to the side. Dylan told me Lonny was telling Sam the story of how he and his friends were watching a baseball game in his garage converted into a man cave. Lonny loves baseball. He was a former minor league player. In my mind, he keeps himself in such good shape that he could still play.

Well, anyway, Lonnys' wife walked in and started giving him a hard time about not mowing the lawn. Lonny had a lasso with a loop on it hanging on the wall.

It fit in with his Western man cave theme that he told me about in the past.

He took the lasso and looped it around his wife. He told her to sit still until the ball game was over. She gave in and said it would be ok if he mowed the lawn after the game. Everyone had a good laugh. Lonn's wife just shook her head.

I guess Dylan took this as some hint that Lonny liked to tie up his wife.

I told Dylan it sounded to me more like an innocent joke, but that's how his one-track mind works.

Lonny saw me before he left and asked why Dylan was so anxious to ask him when he was coming back.

I told Lonny, "If you only knew. And you may find out."

Lonny looked puzzled, laughed, and left to make his next delivery.

Well, a day or two later, Dylan looked at the delivery schedule and said it looked like Lonny would be there tomorrow.

I had no interest in knowing what was on Dylan's mind, but I had a good idea!

Now, when Dylan and I are at work, we usually wear sweat pants, aprons, and Uncle Ed tee shirts.

The day Lonny was scheduled to come, that changed, not for me but Dylan.

He was wearing really short, and really tight, faded denim cut-off jeans with a tank top cut off at the midriff.

Instead of industrial shoes, he was wearing white sneakers with no socks.

I told Dylan that Uncle Ed would kill him if he saw him dressed like this. Dylan ran to put his apron on. The aprons come down to your knees. It looked like Dylan was wearing a dress.

I saw Uncle Ed a little while later. He asked me what was up with Dylan. I told him Dylan had a car problem and stayed at a friend's house overnight, but didn't have time to go home to change.

Uncle Ed shook his head. I did Dylan a favor.

Well, around 10 am, Lonny pulled up. Dylan and I went to unload. Lonny was paying Dylan no mind.

When the truck was finally unloaded and Lonny was ready to pull out, Dylan dashed to the driver's side of the semi, stepped up on the floorboard, and leaned into the open window to talk to Lonny.

To be honest, I even got a bit hot and bothered seeing him in his apron and shorts with his backside protruding while he leaned into the truck. Standing on the floorboard, he needed to get on his tiptoes to lean in. This made the muscles in his legs tighten.

They talked for 15 minutes. Lonny drove off as I stood on the loading dock, but instead of heading to the interstate, he parked in one of the many truckstop spots for semi tractor trailers. He selected the most secluded spot in the lot. There were no trucks anywhere near his.

Dylan tapped me on the shoulder. He told me Lonny decided to spend the night at the truck stop.

Dylan let me know he knew Lonny's little lasso joke really meant he tied up his wife on occasion. Dylan, like a wise ass, told me he's an expert in this kind of thing.

Well, I usually keep out of everyone's business, but I had to know what Dylan and Lonny were up to. Dylan told me his past camp stories and how a friend spied on him and another friend playing an adult tie-up game. Seems like the game was a robber who enters an open door to Dylan's place, tells him he is going to tie him up and steal stuff. Dylan begs the robber not to do that because his roommate would be furious to know that Dylan forgot to lock the door again.

The robber ignores Dylan's pleas, ties and gags him, leaving Dylan to struggle while he ransacks the place.

The story Dylan told me stimulated me. Just a bit, though, or maybe a little more than that. Lol

I guess he struggled like that for a while, then his friend untied him, and the game ended—no extracurricular activities or anything. I think Dylan likes the sensation of being tied up and gagged in peril, and his friend got a charge being in control and seeing Dylan squirm around trying to escape.

Lonny came to the loading dock and seemed to be covering his backside. He told me he was going to stay there instead of going home because he had a midnight pickup to make, and the trip back to his house, around a hundred miles away, and back again to Baxter made no sense.

I winked at Lonny and said in a joking way, It was strange that he was doing that, since he made the trip back and forth to the depot many times. I told him he was getting soft and old. We both laughed.

Lonny asked me why I winked. I told him it must have been a reflex of some sort.

As luck would have it, and what luck it was, Larry Finch, who ran security for the truck stop, came to the loading dock and asked me if I could watch the security cameras for a few hours later in the evening. His night shift guy called in sick, and no one else was available. He asked if I could work from 7-midnight.

I knew the system well. I worked for Baxter Security for a long time and actually installed the system.

Lonny had his truck parked way back at the perimeter of the lot. The front of his cab faced the truck stop, and the rear of his container faced the woods.

I would have a good security camera view of what was going on.

I saw Dylan before I left Uncle Ed's Restaurant. He told me he "might" be back later. I knew better and would be on the lookout.

End of Part One

Part Two

Seven o'clock came around quickly. I went to the security room. It was totally dark except for the light generated by the 20 security cameras in the room.

I scanned the cameras and spotted Lonny's truck on monitor 16. I put the small thumbnail video on a full screen, getting ready for what I hoped to be something I could view.

I was totally convinced from talking to Dylan and knowing Lonny that nothing intimate or private would take place, just some sort of role-play deal.

At around 7:30, Dylan pulled up in his car near Lonny's truck.

He was sitting there.

As I waited for him to get out of his vehicle, Trudi Ahern walked into the security room. I was not happy. She did security at the entrance to the truckstop where the fast foods and convenience store were located.

She could blabber on for hours if you let her. Usually, no one ever went into the security camera room.

She asked me why the picture of Lonny's truck was so large. I told her I was testing the camera.

She kept on taking and talking and talking. While she was blabbing, Dylan got out of his car and into Lonny's truck.

I was convinced that Trudi was going to ruin this.

Suddenly, thankfully, she remembered why she came in. She needed a pen. I quickly gave her the pen, and she walked out.

I remembered there was a sign I could put on the door that was in one of the drawers. It said, "No Entrance, Surveillance in Session.' I dug through some things, found the sign, and taped it to the front door.

I was looking at all the cameras since I was actually there to do security, but kept Lonny and Dylan on a large screen. Nothing was happening. They were inside the truck, and I couldn't look inside. Even if I could, I wouldn't.

After about half an hour, they both came out. Dylan was carrying a bag.

They went to the rear of the truck that faced the woods.

I moved to a camera that was mounted in the woods. Fortunately, one was on a pole almost next to Lonny's truck.

I turned the camera sound on. It didn't work! Since I installed the system, I hurried over to one of the computers and was able to access the sound.

Lonny and Dylan continued to talk. It was a little hard to hear, but they both shook their heads.

Dylan dressed like he did during the day in his cut-off shorts, cropped tank top, and sneakers, and went to the side of the truck.

Lonny took his spot with his back to the rear doors of the truck, acting like he heard a sound.

Dylan slowly walked along the side of the truck towards the back. When Dylan got to the end of the truck and took a few steps past it, Lonny grabbed him by the waist with one arm and tightly clamped his hand around Dylan's mouth.

He told Dylan to shut up. Dylan was trying to scream through the hand gag. All that came out were moans.

Lonny said he would remove his hand to ask Dylan a few questions. Dylan shook his head yes. Lonny maintained a tight grip around Dylan's waist, pulling him as close as possible to him.

He asked Dylan what he was doing there. Dylan said it was his cousin's truck, and he saw Lonny scouting it out like he wanted to steal it.

Lonny quickly clamped his hand around Dylan's mouth again.

He told him, "That's right, you little snoop. I'm going to steal the truck and take you as the cargo.

Dylan tried to scream through Lonny's mighty hand.

Lonny said he was going to take his hand away again, but not to make a sound.

Lonny slowly removed his hand again.

He asked Dylan where his cousin was. Dylan, in a very passive voice, said, Tommy will get you good when he comes. He should be here any second. He's much tougher than you. He'll beat the heck out of you.

Lonny said, if that was the case, it was time for him to get his cargo ready.

Lonny told Dylan to stand still. He dipped into his pocket and took a white handkerchief out. He twirled it and then thrust it between Dylan's teeth. Tying it as tight as he could behind Dylan's neck.

He then told Dylan to face the truck. He told him to put his hands up and place each one above his head on the rear door of the truck. He then told Dylan to spread his legs so he could search him.

Lonny started at Dylan's hands and slowly and deliberately ran his hands down Dylan's arms over his biceps down over his chest, then checked the pockets of his tight cut-offs, then finally down each leg.

Dylan looked back at Lonny doing this search and biting on his gag as if he was in distress, wondering what would happen next.

When Lonny was satisfied that Dylan was clean, he roughly grabbed his arms, drawing them to Dylan's back. He reached into his backpack and grabbed a rope, painfully tying Dylan's wrists together.

With Dylan somewhat secure, Lonny grabbed more rope, drew Dylan's elbows together, and tied them off.

Next, he got another length of rope and tied Dylan's ankles together.

Lonny then told Dylan it seemed his cargo was secure and ready to be loaded for the journey.

Lonny said, "You made it easy for me, kid, so skimpily dressed. So easy to tie you up. You shouldn't be dressed like that, snooping around among dangerous people this late at night. You could get into a lot of trouble. Oh, I forgot you are already in trouble. Maybe you were looking for trouble all along. I can't tell.

Who knows. If you weren't dressed like this, I just might have only made you count to 100 while I took off. That's what I do, I give my victims a break when I steal a big rig. But not you, little snoop.

Dressed like that, midriff top, very tight cut off, showing off your legs and such, well, you look very tie-able, very gag-able.

Dylan tried to scream through his gag. Lonny told him it didn't look like his precious Tommy was coming to save his little cousin in distress.

Lonny then looked around the side of the truck to see if the coast was clear, then pushed a hopping, bound, and gagged Dylan to the cab door. He opened it and hoisted Dylan inside.

The door closed, and that was the end. Nothing else happened. About 10 minutes later, Dylan came out of the truck; he was untied.

Like he did earlier, he got on the floorboard and spoke to Lonny through the window, again on his toes, leg muscles tight.

They spoke for a while. Dylan jumped off the floorboard, headed into his car, and drove away.

Wow. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was just a tie-up game. A hot tie-up game, but just an adult role play. Both Dylan and Lonny were into it.

That night, throughout my whole shift, I kept my eyes on the truck stop but also watched the replay of Dylan and Lonny at least 15 times.

My shift ended at midnight. Lou Burton relieved me. He asked me how things went. I said it was totally quiet.

He said, "That's the way it's supposed to be."

With that, I headed for home.


End Part Two

[harveygasson]

Very fun