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The old SUV rolled to a stop next to the first available gas pump.

"Alright, here we are."

"Awesome, thank you so much!" Malloy said gratefully.

"No worries, bud," the tiger in the driver's seat replied as he put his car into park. The feline in his 30s switched off the engine before he asked, "You gonna be alright from here?"

"Oh yeah, this is perfect!" the teenaged fox answered enthusiastically as he surveyed the latest stop on his journey.

Malloy and the tiger who had picked him up earlier that morning had arrived at a large gas station just off of the highway--the jumbo sign for Jarvis Convenience Travel Plaza towered high above the busy station, illuminated with the current temperature, time, and gas prices, and advertising amenities including hot showers, WiFi, two restaurants, and plenty of parking. The travel plaza's front was crowded with regular travelers who needed to refill their gas tanks, stretch their legs, and grab a bite to eat; Malloy saw too many minivans to count, all of them loaded with families on their own road trips. Dozens of people were filtering in and out of the oversized convenience store through the sliding glass doors, some of them rushing in for the restrooms, others strolling out with sandwiches, energy drinks, and junk food in hand. However, Malloy could also see that the station's back parking lot and pumps were packed to capacity with commercial semitrucks ranging from smaller rigs to gigantic 18-wheelers hauling massive trailers; the fox spotted a handful of truckers ambling in and out through the convenience store's front doors, some of them looking like they'd just rolled out of bed, others appearing spick and span, fresh out of the shower and carrying bags of toiletries and food.

Malloy grinned, optimistic about his chances; out of all the travelers who had stopped here, there had to be at least one or two who would be willing to let him ride along with them for the next leg of his adventure.

"Cool, then if you're all set..."

"Oh yeah! Hang on," Malloy said, remembering the deal he'd made with the tiger.

The fox reached for his backpack and unzipped one of the side compartments--he pulled out a soft $20 bill from the thick, tight roll of cash he'd stashed and passed it to the man who had driven him for the past 150 miles.

"Thanks again!"

"Sure thing--take care of yourself, kid," the tiger advised, pocketing the bill before he got out of his car.

Malloy also stepped out of the vehicle, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. While the tiger began pumping gas, the fox headed for the convenience store, already eager to get out of the heavy, swampy 92-degree heat and 100 percent humidity.

The fox sighed in relief as he entered the convenience store, the air conditioning was beyond refreshing...and suddenly made Malloy realize just how thirsty he was. He made for the rear of the store, where the walls were lined with transparent refrigerator doors that displayed the racks upon racks of sodas, cold coffees and teas, water bottles, and various beers. Along the way, he furtively looked around, scoping out the other travelers in the store and trying to identify his best options.

Ordinarily, the 18-year old fox wouldn't be in a situation like this--relying on the kindness of strangers for transportation and offering money in exchange for a ride to wherever they would drop him off--but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Malloy's parents had practically disowned him when he told them he was gay earlier that week. He knew his mom and dad were pretty conservative in their beliefs--they were both fairly religious while his father staunchly supported gun ownership and his mother had gotten roped into too many anti-vaccination conspiracy groups for Malloy's liking--but a part of him had hoped that they would support him, that they would love him, that they would still see him as their son.

Instead, his father had slapped him in the face while his mother had shrieked, "How could you choose to be like this? What did we ever do to you to make you this way?!"

He had thought that maybe they just needed some time to come around, some time to cool off and think rationally and find it in their hearts to accept him...but the morning after Malloy came out to his parents, his father had barged into his bedroom with a backpack, hurled it at Malloy (who had only just woken up), and said, "You have 10 minutes to pack and get out. I won't have a fucking faggot like you under my roof or in my family."

Malloy had grabbed the essentials, stuffing some spare clothes and whatever cash he had on-hand into the backpack. His father had revoked his cellphone, saying that it belonged to him since he paid for it, and effectively leaving Malloy without any form of contact once the young fox had been kicked out of his parents' house.

Initially, Malloy had thought about crashing with a friend--it was the summer before everyone would be off to college, and surely he had a few pals still in town who would be willing to help him out, at the very least in exchange for some sexual favors. It wouldn't be the first time the flirtatious fox had used his body to get some assistance from his friends--he had sucked plenty of his classmates' cocks and taken them under his tail for help with school projects or for invites to parties.

But no...if his parents wanted him to disappear, then maybe he could take this as an opportunity to really disappear, to strike out and make a whole new life of his own. First he'd get out of his hometown of Bellmead, hitchhike to somewhere new...and who knew what after that? Life on the road could be an adventure, and he was fine not knowing where exactly he was going...maybe that was the point; in getting lost on the road, he could find himself along the way to seeing more of the country.

Wearing nothing but one of his old shirts, a thin pair of shorts, and his sneakers, and carrying everything else in his backpack, Malloy had walked on and on, putting as much distance between himself and his parents' house as possible. It took him hours to make it out of Bellmead...he kept going past the city limits, following the road out of town, and eventually he found his way to Elton Springs, a small town 30 miles away from where he had started. After a few tries, the teenage fox managed to solicit a ride for free from a kind, old rabbit with a pickup truck to the nearest highway on-ramp in Salida. That led to Malloy hitching another ride with a middle-aged rhino who had stopped through at the gas station by the highway; for $50, the rhino took him another 120 miles to Declan City, where Malloy spent the night camped out by a bakery that was kind enough to give him some of their excess stock that they hadn't been able to sell that day.

It wasn't until 9 the following morning that Malloy could get a ride with a deer in his 20s who had stopped by the bakery. After explaining his situation to the deer, Malloy had offered money for a lift, which the man initially seemed to be on board with...but when he and Malloy got into his sedan, the deer had suggested an alternative form of payment.

"So, about taking you to Fort Glaston," the deer had begun as he turned to look at Malloy. "You're a cute kid and I'd rather you save your money for stuff that you really need...so how about you suck me off instead, and we call it square?"

Malloy had been momentarily taken aback, but his surprise had quickly faded and been replaced by eager, teenage hormone-driven lust when the deer unzipped his fly and showed off what he was packing: seven inches of thick, uncut venison that was growing to attention. And it had been so long since the young fox had wrapped his lips around a juicy cock. The last time Malloy had sucked a dick had been two weeks ago, when he'd secretly given a blowjob to his school's football coach in his office. As soon as Malloy had turned 18 halfway through his senior year of high school, he had approached the older lion he had harbored so much lust for...and fortunately for him, Coach Bailey had felt the same way. All he had been waiting for was for Malloy to make his move. The two of them had fooled around so many times throughout the second half of Malloy's senior year, with Malloy visiting Coach Bailey in his office to suck on his thick cock and ride him again and again...yes, there was the danger of getting caught, and the older lion was risking his job even though the young fox was of legal age, but that was what made Malloy's time with Coach Bailey all the more special. It was a shame, though, to have to say goodbye to all that when the school year ended...and Malloy hadn't gotten any action since graduation...until now, with a stranger simply offering himself up to the sex-starved teen in exchange for a lift.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

"You got yourself a deal," Malloy had said greedily before leaning over to lick the deer's foreskin and slurping over his cock.

That blowjob had earned the fox a fat, hot, and satisfyingly musky load down his throat, a deeply pleased "fuckin' aayy...thanks, kid," from the deer, and a ride to Fort Glaston 80 miles away. After the deer dropped him off at the FUELr just off of Highway 55, Malloy had purchased a small road atlas so he could keep track of his route and what potential destinations he could head to. It was while he was checking over his map outside of the FUELr that he encountered the tiger who was on a solo road trip to Pasoda Springs and agreed to drive the fox as far as the Jarvis Convenience Travel Plaza for $20. And now here he was, at a crossroads of highways and state routes, looking to hitch a ride from someone to...well, anywhere, really. From the atlas he had purchased back in Fort Glaston, Malloy knew the two closest major cities were Havelock and Newport, although he didn't necessarily need to set either of them as his destination. He just had to find someone who was willing to take him along to wherever they were going.

Malloy glanced around the convenience store as he plucked a 32-ounce bottle of water and a 16-ounce bottle of blue Gatorade from the refrigerator. He saw families shopping together and walking over to the restaurant entrances--none of them would be likely to take him on as a passenger, and Malloy had no interest in stuffing himself into a car along with squabbling kids younger than him. He noticed a few couples perusing the shelves together, getting snacks and trinkets--there were a pair of otters in their 30s, a moose and a horse who looked to be in their 60s, a black Labrador in his 50s who seemed to be traveling with his son in his early 20s, a couple of mice who looked so similar that they were probably siblings, a goat in his 70s who was being led around by his annoyed-looking daughter in her 40s...

Malloy pursed his lips, thinking--he could try approaching one of the couples for a ride, and they might be more inclined to help him out because they'd have safety in numbers when it came to having a stranger in their car. But he'd rather take his chances with just one person, someone who was traveling alone and might enjoy his company while they were on the road.

The young fox looked at the checkout line in front of the counter--everyone standing there looked like they were in a hurry to leave, they probably wouldn't be interested in hearing him out. He'd have to try to catch someone while they were taking their time shopping...

There: A lone, slightly pudgy wolf who was looking over the available prepackaged snacks. He must have been in his late 20s, and he was wearing glasses, a thin t-shirt, emblazoned with a graphic of a geometric pineapple, that clung tightly to his stomach, and a pair of gym shorts in addition to his sandals.

Malloy took a breath, gathering up the courage he needed, and strode over to the wolf.

"Um, excuse me."

The wolf looked up from the small packet of powdered sugar doughnuts in his hand and over at the young fox.

Malloy launched into the explanation he'd already repeated four times since leaving home. "So, I'm kind of in a little trouble, and I don't mean you any harm or anything, just trying to get away from where I was, and I was wondering if you're going to either Newport or Havelock?" he asked while wearing a bright and positive smile.

"Huh? Uh...oh! You mean, like you need a ride?" the wolf clarified.

"Yes, please, if it's not too much trouble," Malloy replied, trying to sound meek and humble.

The wolf grimaced uneasily and sucked his teeth. "Ah, man, I'm sorry, little dude--if it were just me, I would, but I'm actually traveling with my folks down to Alameda, and our car's all full."

"Oh! No worries, I totally understand! Have a safe trip," Malloy told him sincerely before stepping away.

"Thanks...good luck."

The young fox retreated back towards the drink refrigerators, doing what he could to remain inconspicuous and out of the way while he searched for another potential ride. Malloy saw an alligator prowling along the aisle for beef jerky, a gopher trying out different pairs of sunglasses, and a dingo examining souvenir shirts and magnets for Newport and Havelock--they all looked like regular travelers and tourists, and could all possibly work, but maybe...

Malloy's gaze locked on a scruffy, skinny raccoon in his 40s who was wearing an old baseball cap, a pair of camo pants, and a grease-stained shirt, and was in the process of grabbing a cup of coffee.

Judging based purely on the man's appearance, Malloy guessed that the raccoon was a long-haul trucker, and probably could use some company on the road. The teenager squared his shoulders, readying himself, before he approached the raccoon.

"Uh, excuse me."

"Hm?" The raccoon looked away from the coffee dispenser that was pouring freshly brewed dark roast into his paper cup and glanced at Malloy. "Oh! Can I help you?"

"Hopefully! I'm looking for a ride and I was wondering--"

The raccoon held up a hand to cut him off. "Ah, lemme stop you right there; sorry, bud, my company's got a strict 'no passengers' policy--I would if I could, but it's an insurance thing, and they've got cameras in my cab."

"Oh, gotcha--I understand, thanks," Malloy replied as he began to step away again.

"You might be able to find someone else who's free to take you," the raccoon said, stopping Malloy for a moment. "Where're you headed?"

The young fox shrugged. "Not really sure--I was thinking if someone could give me a ride to Newport or Havelock, I can walk or hitch from there, but..."

"I gotcha, no real destination yet." The raccoon nodded. "It's tough goin', but I'm sure someone'll be comin' through here who can help you out."

The coffee dispenser finished filling the cup, and the raccoon snapped a plastic lid over his steaming coffee. "I've gotta get goin', but best of luck to you, bud."

"Thanks--safe travels."

Malloy took another few minutes to check around the convenience store, trying to scope out any other potential truck drivers...but after seeing more families and couples enter through the front doors, he decided to take a break. After having already spent close to four hours in cars today, he wasn't exactly in a rush to get back on the road. He could take some time to just relax here and stretch his legs, and continue keeping an eye out for possible rides.

After paying for his water and Gatorade, Malloy stepped outside in the swampy heat to stroll around the exterior of the travel plaza. He saw that the tiger who had dropped him off had already departed, and the gas pumps in the front of the station were as busy as ever. The parking spots at the edge of the plaza were also all occupied, with traveling groups sitting at the picnic tables, people walking their dogs on the grass, and others taking some time to rearrange how they'd packed their cars or to look for supplies that they needed. As Malloy circled around the travel plaza to the rear lot, he got a better look at the big rigs that were sitting in the long, diagonal parking spaces and fueling up at the diesel gas pumps. He saw mostly freight haulers with large truck cabs that were emblazoned with logos of different shipping companies; there were a few big-name package courier trucks, a couple car transport trucks, and one flat-bed semi that looked like it was carrying a fan blade for a wind turbine. Malloy also observed a cluster of truckers talking with each other next to their vehicles while others were doing basic stretches to limber up and shake off the fatigue of sitting in their cabs--he couldn't help but notice that the majority of truckers he saw were overweight, gruff, thickset men, some with especially scruffy fur along their jawlines, others with rotund bellies that hung over their belts, and nearly all of them wearing clothes that were stained with a combination of grease and sweat.

The young fox's tail twitched as his gaze lingered on the assorted burly men, and a certain hunger gnawed at him; at 18, his hormones were in full swing, making his libido insatiable, and Malloy's heart thudded in his chest as he vividly imagined himself being bent over for the whole gang of truckers he saw. They were all naked, so much bigger and stronger than him, so much more manly and in need of a good, obedient boy to fuck; in Malloy's vision, they were all needily groping at him, wanting a turn with him, roughly passing him around like he was nothing but a toy for them to tease, fill, and discard...

"Might need to find a ride with one of them," he noted to himself.

His cock stirred in his sheath under his shorts, and for a moment, the boy considered taking the risk to flirt with them, to see if anyone might be willing to rise to the particular kind of bait he had on offer...but he chose to save that method for when he'd exhausted all other options and was starting to get desperate for a ride. There were still plenty of people at the plaza who might just be willing to let him hitch along with them for cash, it was just a matter of finding them. Instead, Malloy kept walking around the plaza, stretching his legs until he felt he had suitably exercised enough by the time he returned to the convenience store's front doors...but the vision of the truckers treating him like a cock-starved slut still played in the back of his mind...

The fox re-entered the store and made his way to one of the restaurants--a sandwich shop called Myna's Subs. Malloy looked at the menu hanging above the counter, and for a moment he thought about getting himself a sandwich, but he still had his stolen energy bars and the leftover pastries he'd received from the bakery; deciding it would be more prudent to save his money for now, the teenager settled at one of the empty booths and pulled out a day-old croissant to nibble on while he spread his atlas out on the table. Listening to the ambient noise of travelers ordering and eating their subs, hoagies, and wraps, Malloy looked over his map, his eyes following the crooked lines of highways and backroads and reading city names as he considered his options.

When he'd been formulating his escape plan, Malloy had only thought far enough ahead to just get on the road--there was no destination he was heading towards. The closest extended family he had was in Croftboro, and they were all as religious and conservative as his parents back in Bellmead, so seeking out his other relatives was out of the question.

But then, did he necessarily need a specific place to go? As harrowing as it had been for him to escape, Malloy found himself surprisingly reinvigorated. He was on his own, free and living life on the road, with so many possibilities in front of him--he was a young guy on a road trip, going on an adventure. He could explore anywhere he wanted, he didn't have a job, he didn't have to worry about his parents, he could completely reinvent himself...

But at the same time, maybe it would help if he had some general direction to go in? Maybe he could go all the way up to Gunnison, check out the mountains there and camp along the Dorado River...or he could go to the west coast, to Grafton Bay, and settle there for a little while before going east...he could stop along the way, possibly do some odd jobs here and there to earn himself a little extra money, and then move on to somewhere else for his next adventure...

The fox continued looking over his map, trying to figure out a plan of some kind for where he might want to go. Occasionally, he checked to see who was walking in and out of the restaurant and convenience store--it looked mostly like regular travelers who were busy with their own trips, and a few truckers every so often, but the fox was fine to continue sitting for a while longer before trying again to find a ride.

Or at least, he was fine to continue sitting for another hour before he at last felt the urge to use the restroom. He'd finished his bottle of Gatorade and three-quarters of the bottle of water to quench his thirst, and now he had to piss like a racehorse.

After folding up his map and stowing it in his backpack along with the remainder of his water, Malloy made for the restrooms at the back of the convenience store, tossing his empty Gatorade bottle into the recycling bin along the way.

The men's room was large, nearly half the length of the entire convenience store, but it was styled in a standard fashion for a gas station--fluorescent lights glared down on the beige-tiled walls and white tiled floors, and dark gray metal partitions separated the toilet stalls and urinals. Malloy saw that the bathroom was practically a flurry of activity, with nearly every stall and urinal in use as men of all shapes and sizes relieved themselves. Toilets flushed, sinks gushed and shut off, paper towels crumpled and crunched and wetly dropped into the trash cans, noses were blown amid the occasional cough or muttered conversation between travelers, zippers were pulled up and down, and Malloy could hear the loud patter of urine hitting porcelain and splashing into bowls. There were a couple urinals available, and Malloy went for the one in the far corner, next to a cheetah.

The fox stood in front of the urinal and unzipped his fly before he fished out his dick; the dark pink tip was poking out of his white-furred sheath, and he aimed and relaxed.

"Hooo," he exhaled softly as he tilted his head back slightly in relief while his pale yellow stream of urine hit the interior of the urinal and gurgled down the drain.

Malloy remained standing, letting his bladder empty, while more men filtered in and out of the restroom--the cheetah next to him finished shortly after Malloy had taken up his position, and the feline quickly shook before zipping his fly and pulling the handle to flush. The cheetah stepped away, leaving the urinal next to Malloy available for a moment...

Malloy heard a pair of heavy footsteps approach...a grumbling sigh...and then a tall, hulking black bear sidled up in front of the urinal next to the fox.

The teenager kept his head pointed forward while he continued relieving himself, but as he heard the ziiiiip of the bear tugging his zipper down and the shuffling of cloth as the ursine pulled out his dick, Malloy chanced a glance at his new neighbor out of the corner of his eye...and his eyebrows rose in surprised fascination.

The black bear looked to be in his late 40s or early 50s, and he was burly, a true mountain of a man packed with bulky muscle and the perfect padding of fat to soften his features; he was built like a fully-loaded tank, strong enough to crush a skull with his anaconda-like biceps and crack a diamond with his beefy legs. He had to be just a few inches shy of seven feet tall, as he stood at least a full foot taller than the lean and short Malloy, who was 5'8" on a good day, and his fur was especially scruffy around his jaw and chin, giving him the appearance of a beard. In addition to a red baseball cap that obscured his eyes from Malloy's view, the bear wore a simple white t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and vast belly--there were faded spots on his shirt, some that looked like grease, others that looked like coffee or barbecue sauce, and some more faded sweat stains under his armpits and around the collar of his shirt. His denim shorts appeared to have more black grease spots on them, and as Malloy, still looking out of the corner of his eyes, surreptitiously peeked over the partition, he saw the bear's fat chopper in the man's hand, a jet of translucent piss surging from his dick and forcefully hitting the urinal.

Malloy gulped; he was still urinating, but his own cock was starting to thicken just at the sight of the bear's endowment. The man was only chubbed up now, but fully hard he must have been eight or nine inches long, and his beefy shaft looked like it could be used as a blunt weapon. Malloy could imagine every inch of juicy meat spreading his throat and filling his ass, could envision himself guzzling every drop of piss the bear was draining into the urinal...and as the young fox's member stiffened to a semi, it began to swell out of his sheath and fill his own palm.

The bear chuckled.

Malloy tore his furtive gaze from his neighbor's cock and looked up slightly; the bear was grinning down at him.

"Enjoying the view, kid?" the bear asked, his deep voice low, inviting, and seductive.

Heat rose in Malloy's cheeks--he was only partly embarrassed about getting caught, but the fact that the bear sounded like he was welcoming the fox's impromptu peeping made Malloy's heart thud with excitement. "Uumm..."

"S'okay, you can say it," the bear murmured gruffly--even though Malloy couldn't see his eyes, he could imagine that the older man had winked at him.

"Heh, yeah."

"I thought so, I can see how much you like it...looking pretty good yourself." The bear nodded pointedly at Malloy's own chubbing cock.

Now Malloy was taken aback. "Me?"

"Oh yeah...got a cute lil pecker there, kid, I could have some fun with that," the bear said before he licked his lips. "You looking to fool around?"

"Uh, not at the moment...but I'm open," Malloy muttered slyly while he finished relieving himself.

The bear smirked as his own flow of piss slowed to a dribble, and then to a stop. "That's what I like to hear." He shook the last drops from his dick before stuffing it back into his shorts as Malloy did the same. "Not in a hurry or anything, are you?"

"Nah; actually not going anywhere at the moment," Malloy said as he flushed the urinal and walked over to the sinks.

The bear washed his hands next to him--Malloy still couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel the bear looking at his reflection in the mirror that spanned the portion of the tiled wall above the sinks. "Huh? Oh, you're hitching?"

Malloy nodded, ogling the burly bear's reflection next to him. "Yeah, I don't have a ride yet."

"Ah...where're you headed?"

"Not really sure just yet; I'm kind of in some trouble back...well, back where I came from," Malloy said as he dried his hands. The bear did the same and followed him out of the restroom as the fox continued, "And I just wanted to get on the road, you know? Haven't really figured out where to go, but for now I'm just...enjoying the ride...you know, the freedom of the road...and dang, you're tall!"

The two of them stood in front of the beverage refrigerators, now facing each other at last. Malloy found himself stunned by the bear's sheer size and heft, the raw strength and power that the man commanded; he took in the bear from head to foot, getting an even better view of his husky frame, his scruffy beard, the outline of a pair of nipple piercings under his thin shirt that accentuated his mountainous pecs, his keg-like belly that hung over his waistband and drew Malloy's eye to the bulge of his crotch, which hung between his thick thighs that led down to the rest of his legs and his feet...fuck, his feet. The fox's mouth watered at the sight of the bear's huge stompers in his leather sandals; his meaty, solid paws were easily longer than Malloy's head and a good portion of his chest, and the teen could just imagine how wonderfully musky and sweaty the bear's pads were.

"Heh, you like?"

Malloy nodded eagerly.

"I like shorter guys myself, so you fit the bill nicely," the bear replied with a charming grin. "And I hear you on the freedom of the road; s'why I went into trucking. Didn't really want to get tied down anywhere and I get to see more of the country that way."

"I bet it's nice," Malloy said before he ventured, "I don't suppose your company has a 'no passengers' policy, does it?"

"Heh, nope, I'm a private operator...but if you're asking for a ride, I'd be happy to give you one."

Malloy's heart leapt. "Really?"

The bear nodded. "Sure! I could use a buddy for my route, if you're up for riding with me to Liboro; got another five days on the road from here to there..."

"And plenty of time for some fun along the way," the fox added suggestively.

The bear chuckled. "Heh, my thoughts exactly; we can figure that out, and in the meantime, I get a cute little trucking accessory like you to keep me company."

Malloy blushed. "Heh, well, thanks! I'm Malloy, by the way."

"Milo," the bear said, introducing himself as he held out a meaty hand the size of a T-bone steak for the fox to shake.

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Malloy's eyes were wide when he saw the truck that Milo was leading him to.

"Wow, this is you?"

"Heh, yep. Meet Big Papa," Milo said proudly, gesturing at his semi parked in the travel plaza's back lot.

"Dang," Malloy marveled.

Big Papa was a red and chrome raised roof sleeper cab the size of a small apartment; there were a few scratches in its paint, which was also dull from a layer of dust and dirt. There was rust on the dented bumper, the front grille and sides were lightly coated with the grime that had accumulated over thousands of miles on the road, and the tires looked worn, while the fenders and hood were scarred from a combination of road salt and debris from constant highway driving. But as old and used as Big Papa looked, it was still a solid piece of machinery that looked ready to haul just about anything and everything. Malloy saw that the giant, 10-wheeled cab was currently hooked up to a dark gray, 45-foot trailer.

"He's...big."

Milo chuckled. "Heh, I'm a big guy with big loads to haul, gotta have me a big truck."

Malloy winked flirtatiously at the bear. "Well, I do like big loads."

"Now, the question is, do you accept them in the rear or the front?" Milo nudged the young fox deviously.

"Wherever I've got room for them is good," Malloy replied, smirking.

"Oooh, I like the way you think, kid. Heh...well, come on, let's get moving, I've got a lot of ground to cover today."

Milo used the key fob in his pocket to unlock the cab as he strode around to the driver's side, and Malloy walked up to the passenger door. He ascended the two steps just forward of the fuel tank and pulled open his door.

"Oh, whoa!" The fox looked around the interior of the cab--there were separate captain's seats for the driver and passenger, their cushions upholstered in soft leather. Malloy saw the tall gear shift stick protruding from the floor next to the driver's seat, and he noticed that it had been topped with a red knob the size of a pool ball. Milo's seat also looked like it had seen significantly more use, its cushion sagging and the leather far more worn than that on the nearly-pristine passenger seat. Malloy glanced back beyond the seats; there was a partition behind the captain's chairs, with a thick blackout curtain in the middle that was being held to the side by a peg. Beyond the blackout curtain, there was about four feet of floor space behind the front seats, enough for a tiny kitchenette and some room to stand comfortably in front of the ledge that held Milo's bed. Under the ledge, Malloy saw two large, black, heavy-duty footlockers, while the king-size mattress on the ledge was messily made, with its dove gray quilt balled up in a corner and large pillows askew, but the whole setup looked plush and comfy enough to promise a good night's sleep--above the bed was a wall of closed storage cabinets, and Malloy could imagine that they held supplies that any trucker might need, from repair kits to road flares. Throughout the cab, there were obvious signs that it was more of a home than just a vehicle--the crumbs and crumpled food wrappers, the small succulent planter on the kitchenette counter, the discarded clothes that lay pell mell on the floor, the small wooden discs with names, numbers, and short messages scrawled on them hanging from the rearview mirror--and it smelled pungently of diesel, body odor, grease, and musky sweat, like a locker room on wheels. But Malloy didn't mind any of that; he was just happy to have scored a ride...and the smell in the cab wasn't really so bad...actually there was something deliciously alluring about it, now that he'd gotten a few good whiffs...

"This is nice! Way roomier than I thought it would be," Malloy observed happily.

"First time in a big rig?" Milo asked as he settled heavily into his seat and swung his door shut before he strapped on his seat belt.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, climb on in and I'll show you what Big Papa can do!" Milo patted the passenger seat invitingly.

The lithe fox scrambled into his seat before he closed his door. He took a moment to look through the windshield, a little surprised and interested by being so high up off the ground compared to the other cars he'd ridden in.

"Alright, make yourself at home, cutie, although I've got one rule," Milo grunted as he shuffled his feet and leaned forward. He reached down in his footwell and pulled up his size 16 leather sandals, holding them up for Malloy to see. "No shoes on in Big Papa."

"Huh? Oh! Sure!"

Malloy quickly kicked off his sneakers, though he left his socks on--he'd grown a bit attached to the pair he was currently wearing. Yes, he'd worn through the toes enough that there was no fabric left at all to cover the fronts of his feet, but through all the ups and downs of high school, those socks had become a comfort item for him; they had been with him through thick and thin, and now they were with him during the most difficult time of his life...and Malloy had grown used to the feeling of having his toes free and exposed within his sneakers while the rest of his feet were comfortably snug in his cotton socks. In a way, wearing those socks had been his constant act of defiance against his uptight parents, a form of self-expression that nobody else could see or know about except for him, and his toes wriggled contentedly on the warm, textured vinyl floor mat in his footwell.

As he leaned forward to pick up his discarded sneakers, Malloy caught another glimpse of Milo's feet out of the corner of his eye. Now that the burly bear was barefoot, Malloy could see just how huge and thick his paws were...they'd be so strong flexing against the accelerator, the brake, and the clutch...and against the fox's own face, rubbing his nose into their sweaty soles and in between his toes...

Malloy forced himself to tamp down his urge for an even closer look at the bear's stompers and picked up his sneakers, holding them up for Milo to see. "Do you have a place where I can put these?"

"Yep, just in here is good." Milo pushed his sandals into the empty compartment at the bottom of the center console under the cab's infotainment center.

As Malloy did the same, Milo glanced down at his feet...then grinned. "Nice socks, I like what you've done with 'em."

"Yeah? Thanks! They're pretty comfy this way," Malloy giggled as he splayed and relaxed his toes again.

"I bet!" The bear snickered before he took out his key and put it in the ignition. He looked over at the fox in the passenger seat. "All set?"

Malloy strapped on his seat belt. "Ready to roll!"

"Then let's get this show on the road!" Milo said enthusiastically. He turned the key in the ignition, and the semi rumbled to life around him and Malloy.

"Dang, that's loud!" Malloy called over the resonant growling of the engine.

"Heh, Big Papa's purring! That's just the start-up, it gets a lot quieter once you're on the road," Milo noted while he put the truck in gear. "Plus you get used to it eventually," he conceded before he pulled out of the parking space.

Malloy watched, fascinated, as Milo skillfully swung Big Papa around in front of the row of other parked semis in the lot; the truck rolled easily forward, a behemoth breaking away from the flock of giants. The bear shifted into gear and pressed on the gas pedal as he drove towards the lot exit. The engine still rumbled, but not quite as loudly now that it was in gear and on the move. As Milo pulled out of the travel plaza lot, Malloy watched him grab the microphone for his CB radio and speak into it.

"10-8, this is Southpaw, moving on west on the big road from JarCon," Milo announced while he began driving away from the travel plaza. "Been a pleasure, gents, drive safe and

see you 'round. You need me, I'm 10-12."

The radio's speakers crackled with responses from other drivers.

"10-4, Southpaw, take it sleazy."

"3s and 8s, Southpaw, over and out."

"Copy that, Southpaw; this is Cheddar, coming up on JarCon pretty soon, I'll be with you until Palisade."

"Copy, Southpaw."

"10-4, Southpaw; you and Cheddar watch out around Coral Springs, saw a kojak with a Kodak by 217 earlier."

Malloy saw Milo grin and nod before he spoke into his microphone again. "Copy that, Tenderfoot, preeshaydit."

When the bear returned his microphone to its cradle, Malloy asked, "Kojak with a Kodak?"

"Huh? Oh, trucker slang," Milo replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he took the on-ramp to Highway 85. "Hang on..."

The bear leaned forward and checked his mirrors while he shifted gears and pressed on the accelerator, steering confidently to join the flow of traffic on the three-lane westbound side of the highway. He merged in with an open gap between the speeding cars, and before Malloy knew it, he and Milo were heading away from the travel plaza and on the open road. Milo sat back comfortably in his seat, relaxing, and Malloy slouched in his own chair, feeling like he could actually rest now that he didn't have to worry about getting another ride for at least five days.

"Anyway, yeah, we got slang for a lotta shit," Milo explained. "Like 10-8, means I'm coming into service. JarCon, Jarvis Convenience. 3s and 8s, well wishes. Kojak with a Kodak, means there's a cop with a radar gun."

"Ah, gotcha; I knew 10-4 is, like, 'acknowledged', right? But what's 10-12?" Malloy inquired, interested.

The bear in the driver's seat chuckled as he kept his eyes on the road. "Heh, that's you."

Malloy's eyebrows rose in confusion.

"10-12 means I've got a visitor who can hear what everyone on the radio is saying," Milo explained with a brief glance at the young fox. "So, if someone wants to chat with me, they might wanna watch what they say...we get a little colorful...but now that I think about it, I get the feeling you're okay with that."

Malloy sniggered. "What gave you that idea?"

"Hmm...just a shot in the dark, but I'm thinking it must've been the way you were checking me out in the bathroom back there."

"Can you blame me? Big burly trucker bear whips out the fattest dick I've ever seen at the urinal next to me, how could I not look?"

The bear barked with laughter. "Ha! You might wanna be careful, kid--we've all got our callsigns on the radio, and if you keep acting like such a little a cockhound, yours is gonna be Mutt!"

"Who said anything about acting like a cockhound? I'm the genuine article--awrooo!" Malloy playfully howled.

"Haha, atta boy!"

"Arf! Can I get that big bone now, Southpaw?" Malloy asked eagerly, panting like a dog.

"Mmm, soon enough, Mutt, soon enough," Milo growled deviously. He chuckled before he continued, "But for now, why don't you just sit back and enjoy the ride? Bet you could use some time to just unwind, maybe catch up on some sleep--feel free to spread out."

As Milo reached for the infotainment system on the console next to his dashboard, Malloy asked, "Do you mind if I put my feet up?"

"Go for it, kick back and relax," the bear said agreeably as he selected a playlist.

Malloy reclined the back of his captain's seat slightly, just enough to lean back and still be looking out of the windshield, and propped his feet up on the dashboard, stacking them comfortably on top of the padded PVC surface that was being warmed by the sun. Milo tapped the screen of his infotainment system, and soft rock music began to play on the cab's speakers.

"On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings..."

Malloy and Milo lapsed into silence as they nodded along with the music, content just to listen and ride along the highway for a while; the fox settled even more comfortably into his cushy leather seat, occasionally wiggling his exposed toes on the dashboard in time with the beat of the song that was currently playing. From his vantage point in Big Papa's raised cab, Malloy watched the lush, verdant scenery roll by quickly--they were staying in the far right lane and Milo had set the cruise control at 70 miles per hour, and they zipped past the trees and billboards that lined the highway. Other cars that were traveling with them on the westbound side of Highway 85 were speeding past in the middle and left lanes, some of them going just slightly above the speed limit of 75, others outright flying at 90.

Every so often, Milo's CB radio would crackle with chatter from other drivers, from simple greetings to gripes about their current traffic conditions.

"Comin' up on you now, Southpaw, you mind if I ride donkey for a while?" Cheddar's voice sounded on the radio's speakers about 40 minutes after Milo and Malloy had merged onto the highway.

"Roger that, Cheddar, hope you enjoy the view," Milo had replied. At the quizzical look on Malloy's face, the bear had explained, "Cheddar's gonna hang out behind me; 'donkey' is slang for 'behind me', same as 'back door' or if he's 'on my 6', like 6 o'clock."

They rode on for another hour, passing exits for more rural towns and state routes; the sun shone as bright as ever and there were only a few clouds in the sky, making it a beautiful day for being on the road. Malloy kept his window closed, but he could imagine the winds of freedom ruffling his fur. The highway stretched onward before the bear and the fox in the truck, leading the way to adventure and possibility for Malloy, to a brand new life that he could create for himself; he didn't know where he was going to end up once Milo arrived in Liboro, but for now, the teenager was just enjoying the ride. Fortunately, the flow of traffic was smooth and fast for him and Milo, with no obstructions or slowdowns...until, as they entered the city limits for Coral Springs, Malloy began to see packs of cars start tailgating each other and slowing down as their brake lights flashed.

"Cheddar, Southpaw, hold tight, gonna back it down, looks like we got a brake check up ahead," Milo said into his radio's microphone as he switched off of cruise control and applied his own brakes.

"Copy that, Southpaw," Cheddar replied.

Malloy pushed slightly forward against his seat belt from the force of slowing down so quickly. "Is there a traffic jam?" he asked, scanning the now-sluggish lanes of traffic ahead of Big Papa.

"Somethin' like that...ah, there," Milo said, pointing half a mile ahead.

Malloy followed the bear's direction and saw a police car sitting on the shoulder by mile marker 217. All three lanes of traffic were slowing to a crawl as they passed the black and white vehicle, but farther up on the road, Malloy could see everyone was speeding up again.

"All units, still got that kojak with a Kodak at 217 on westbound 85, big brake check in Coral Springs, 10-5," Milo announced over his radio.

As the other drivers in range of Milo's transmission replied with their own versions of "Roger" and "10-4", the bear relaxed in his seat again, grunting as he scratched his belly for a moment.

"Huuuuh, looks like it's not too bad, just gonna be a little slow for a bit," Milo observed as he matched the slow pace of the surrounding traffic.

"Does this happen pretty often?" Malloy asked, watching as their truck crept forward 15 feet at a time.

"Depends on where you are; bigger cities, not so many speed traps, there's just way too many people," Milo replied. "But towns like Coral Springs, they live for speeding tickets, s'how they get a lotta their revenue. Plus, a lotta cops have quotas to fill; the more folks they catch for speeding, the bigger their paychecks get."

"Fuckers," Malloy muttered grumpily.

"Heh, you said it, kid." Milo sighed before he took up, "Although, talkin' about police, you're not...on a missing list or anything, are you? I mean, should I be worried about an Amber Alert or that guy pulling me over because your folks are looking for you?"

Malloy cocked his head thoughtfully. "Hmm...no, I don't think so; I didn't run away from home exactly...can you be a runaway if your parents kick you out?"

Milo looked at the boy, surprised. "Oh boy, that's a toughie. What happened?"

Malloy took a breath. He'd shared small, abbreviated pieces of his story with the other drivers he had encountered, enough to help him get a ride from them, but he'd held back on most of the details of what had happened to him, not wanting to dump everything immediately on strangers he had just met and would only be a part of his life for a few hours at most. But considering he was looking at spending the next five days of travel time with Milo, a burly bear who actually seemed receptive to his flirtations and had kindly offered to give him a ride...perhaps it was time to unpack everything. "Well..."

By the time Malloy finished relaying the events of the earlier week, he and Milo were through the slowdown and back up to cruising speed, well past Coral Springs and already on the way out of Idledale.

The bear whistled low. "Shit...man, that sucks."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Malloy quipped.

Milo shook his head in disbelief. "And they just cut you out of their lives completely? No way you get to call yourself a parent after that." He sighed before he chuckled. "So, definitely not in a hurry to get back to 'em, huh?"

The young fox snorted. "Nah, I'm better off without them."

"Shit yeah, kid! At 18, you're gonna be just fine, you don't need folks who don't value you and are gonna hold you back from what you want in life."

"You really think I'm going to be okay?" Malloy asked, glancing over at the bear.

Milo nodded sincerely. "Mmhmm. Shit, when I was 14, it was just me and my dad, and he was a drunk who hit me, so I ran off and didn't look back. It was rough growing up, but I got on my feet; just had to figure out my shit, but I got it together. You're gonna be alright."

Malloy smiled, grateful for the older bear's reassurance. "Thanks...I need to hear that."

Milo reached over and patted the boy's shoulder with a solid hand. "No worries, kid...but now that you're outta that whole mess, have you thought about what you're gonna do?"

Malloy puffed his cheeks, sighing tiredly. "Hooo, nooo...I was just trying to get on the road, I haven't really thought about what to do next, you know?"

"I hear you." Milo nodded understandingly. "Don't sweat it! Figuring it out as you go along is how you get started with making a new life. And you've got this big ol' bear to help you out, we've got plenty of time on the road to do some thinking together."

"Along with other stuff, right?" Malloy asked enticingly.

"Hehe, along with other stuff, Mutt," the giant bear in the driver's seat rumbled as he playfully grabbed the fox's left thigh and squeezed.

Malloy giggled and squirmed in his seat at the physical contact, and Milo continued to rest his hand on the teen's leg as he went on, "How about this: don't think about your next steps or try making a plan. Let's start real simple--what do you want, Malloy? Huh? What do you want to do?"

With Milo's heavy paw resting on his thigh--and the bear's thick fingers suggestively laying mere inches away from his groin--the fox could think of plenty of things he wanted to do right then. But the trucker had posed a serious question, and Malloy paused for a moment to genuinely consider what he really wanted to do on this impromptu trek of his. He looked out through his window, watching more of the scenery whip by...he saw fields beyond the highway shoulder, rolling hills in the distance, billboards advertising the farmer's market and other local businesses, and far-off towns that had their own histories and cultures, their own identities and stories...

Malloy couldn't remember ever traveling more than an hour away from home when he was a kid, but now he suddenly recalled the time he'd told his father about his best friend's family vacation to Culver Beach.

"Can we go on a trip sometime like Riley's family?" Malloy, at the age of 9, had asked.

"Why would we? We're happy right where we are and have everything we need already," his father had scoffed from the comfort of his private den.

And now that close-minded, pathetic, homophobic, intolerant bigot was hundreds of miles away and still trapped in his den, a prison of his own making, while he, Malloy, was free to roam to his heart's content.

"I want to see more of the country," Malloy finally said, now looking ahead.. "I want to"--he waved his arms at the windshield, gesturing at the wide open stretch of highway before him and Milo--"explore, you know? Feel the freedom of the road and see everything there is to see, do what I want to do...and have some fun along the way...I don't know how to put it, I just want to see what happens...does that make sense?"

"Ride on the highway, live your life, and see what comes your way?" Milo paraphrased back at him.

"Yeah! My parents had all these expectations and they didn't get out much--I remember my mom always telling me that I had to figure out my life's purpose, like I had to find it myself, but it's MY life, right? I want to live it that way I want, and--"

"And you'd rather take it easy and let your 'life's purpose' come to you while you're out adventuring," Milo finished for Malloy.

The fox nodded emphatically--it was like the bear was reading his mind. "Yeah, exactly!"

Milo grinned and squeezed the boy's thigh again. "Heh, you're on your way to becoming a trucker if you feel that way. I'd say you're on the right track already--getting out on the road is the first step."

"And step two is finding a big, beefy bear trucker to ride--I mean, hitch a ride with," Malloy teasingly clarified.

"Oooh, I'll give you a ride before we get to Liboro, don't you worry, Mutt." Milo patted his thigh, almost possessively.

"About that...you really don't mind me being so much younger than you?" Malloy asked, wanting to double check that the man in his late 40s knew what he was signing up for.

But Milo looked over at him with a particularly sleazy and lascivious smirk. "You kiddin'? Love young guys, especially freshly legal ones like you. The age difference is a big turn-on for an old cradle-robbing perv like me...and I bet you've got a real taste peach on you, kid." He licked his lips and snickered before he asked, "You ever been fucked before, Mutt?"

Malloy's heart was thumping at the bear's response--he wanted Milo to jump him right then and there, but he contented himself with a sly smile as he replied, "Yeah, mostly just by friends, and the odd quickie in the toilets, heh."

"Kids your own age, huh? Would've loved to see that...and get in on that action, too. Ever done anything with anyone older, though?"

"Just my school's football coach--he's fucked me tons of times, and I sucked his dick a lot, too."

"Fuckin' hot," the bear rumbled.

Malloy chuckled appreciatively, and as he looked over at Milo, he saw that the bulge of the older man's crotch had noticeably grown with his arousal, which was still trapped in his jean shorts. Part of the fox wanted to just reach over and pull out Milo's growing boner, but the flirtatious side of Malloy wanted to keep the conversation going, to proverbially keep poking the bear.

"So you really like young guys like me, huh?" he asked.

"Love 'em, can't get enough of 'em," Milo replied gruffly.

"Seriously?"

Milo kept his eyes on the road, watching the station wagon merge in front of Big Papa before it took the exit for Granby. "Oh yeah; don't know what it is, but all the young boys seem to wanna get it on with this big ol' bear. But hey, I'm not complainin'--there's a lotta ways to have fun while you're on the road."

Malloy's eyebrows rose, his interest piqued. "Oh really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Have you done anything in the driver's seat?"

The bear guffawed as he reminisced. "Heh, what haven't I done in the driver's seat? Man, there was this one really good time with this boy named Owen. He was 18 years old, too, real cute twink--scrawny, but still pretty strong for his age. I was parked at this motel outside of Sawyer City, and he was staying there with his folks; we see each other on one of the apps and start chatting, next thing I know is he's told his parents he's going for a walk and I'm fucking him right here in the driver's seat. He was tight as shit, but we got it to fit--man, I pounded that kid's ass hard enough to make him shoot all over my steering wheel. Heh, I marked him up good, though; had a huge mess in my lap when I pulled him off of me. I'm talking like a bucket of jizz I pumped into him, and it all came pouring out all over me. But I forced him to lick it all up and give my dick a spit-shine while he was at it."

Milo glanced over at Malloy--the fox had been staring at him, spellbound throughout his story, and the visible lump of Malloy's own arousal filled out the crotch of shorts.

Milo snickered. "Ooh, you liked that, huh?"

Malloy nodded eagerly, prompting another satisfied chuckle from the bear.

"Mm, nasty little fox, ain'tcha? I like that." Milo pointed up at the collection of small wooden discs hanging on thin leather cords from his rear-view mirror--they gently swung back and forth with the motion of Big Papa barreling along the highway. "See those?"

Malloy looked up, following the bear's pointed finger. There must have been close to 50 tokens dangling in a neat bunch from the mirror, and Malloy saw that each disc was just a coin-sized cutout of light wood; every one of them had been inscribed with names (all of them male), ages (nearly all of them 18-23), and short messages. Malloy looked closer and spotted one that read "Thx 4 breeding me Papa Bear! Owen, 18".

"Every boy I fuck on the road, I get him to fill one of those out," Milo explained. "They're a little memento of our fun together, and every boy's along for the ride with me."

Malloy nodded understandingly. "Aw, that's sweet...want me to do one for you?"

"I'll have to fuck you first, kid," Milo replied deviously.

The two of them drove on, continuing along Highway 85 through Hampden and White Oak; Milo took the bypass for 385 around Fairhaven and kept going west, following the sun on its journey through the sky. Hours upon hours passed as Big Papa racked up more miles--the music on the stereo helped pass the time, as did the occasional conversation. Malloy and Milo touched on a range of topics, from the bear teaching the fox a little more trucker slang to the fox asking the bear about his life and his likes and dislikes about his career. By the time they had crossed two more states, Malloy had learned that, after leaving home at 14, Milo had taken on too many jobs to count to save up money and put himself through commercial driving school; from there, the bear had worked his way up from the bottom of the ladder in the trucking industry, until he'd finally been able to buy his own rig and strike out on his own as a private operator, and he and Big Papa had been roaming the country's roads together for the past 15 years.

"It's long hours, has its boring times, and probably not great for being healthy," Milo had noted as he patted his own beefy belly, "but I get to be my own boss, there's great job security, and I feel like every time I get out on the road, I get to see something new."

The day wore on; Big Papa stayed on Highway 85 for most of it, except for the two times that Milo pulled off at rest stops along his route so he and Malloy could use the restrooms and replenish their snack and beverage supplies. More radio chatter on Milo's CB radio noted where the weigh stations ahead of them were closed, where there were more slowdowns, and where there were alligators--slang for shredded tires and debris on the road--along the way. Milo would respond to questions every so often or banter back and forth with his fellow dross warriors, providing a running commentary for Malloy's benefit to translate more of the slang. The afternoon slipped into dusk; the sun set beyond the distant hills on the horizon, throwing rays of glorious gold that mixed with the pinks, blues, and yellows of the sky...until the last blazing sliver of it disappeared. Dusk transitioned into nightfall, with a few stars fading into view up above while the lanes of the highway flashed with glittering streams of headlights and taillights.

It was past 11 that night by the time Milo pulled off on exit 52, just outside of Coopersville. Malloy was dozing lightly in his seat, still comfortably reclined with his feet propped up on the dashboard--he'd stayed awake all day long, happy to watch the ever-changing terrain outside the truck and chat with Milo throughout the afternoon, but he'd been fighting the urge to drift off for the past couple hours. However, he stirred when he felt Big Papa roll to a stop, and he opened his eyes when the rumbling engine--a sound that he'd grown so accustomed to by now--shut off and fell silent. He saw that he and Milo were parked outside of a cheap, rundown Gala 9 motel.

"Hoooo, boy...lo-o-ooooong day," Milo yawned as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He grunted as he stretched his whole body, raising his arms and extending his legs, before he relaxed and glanced over at Malloy. "Gonna call it for the night here, if you're good with that?"

Malloy rubbed his face groggily. "Mmf...yeah, that sounds good to me."

The bear nodded at the motel. "Do you wanna get a room for yourself, or do you wanna bunk up with me out here? All I've got is the one bed, but it's pretty comfy."

Malloy took another look at the Gala 9; half of the lightbulbs in the grimy, plastic sign were dark, one of the windows of the front office had been boarded up with a piece of plywood while another window was cracked, and the roof was visibly sagging while the room doors and windows looked like they hadn't been cleaned in decades. If the outside of the dilapidated motel was that bad, the young fox didn't even want to imagine what the beds in the rooms were like--no way would they even compare to the cushy luxuriousness of Milo's mattress. Plus, sleeping out here meant cuddling up with the big bear...

"I think I'll save my money and stay out here...if you're alright with sharing your bed?" Malloy replied.

Milo nodded with a grin. "More than alright with that, kid! Happy to have some company for the night. Fair warning, though, I sleep in the nude and I might get a little handsy with you."

Malloy sniggered. "What a coincidence--I sleep nude, too, and I love getting handled while I'm asleep."

The bear wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Handled, or molested?"

"Heh, up to you, Southpaw."

"Good boy." Milo grunted before he pushed himself out of the driver's seat and sidled between his and Malloy's chairs, trudging to the sleeper space of his cab.

Malloy sat his chair back up and unbuckled his own seat belt. He turned in his seat to look back at Milo, who had switched on the overhead lights above his bed and had already tugged off his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

Without the constraints of his t-shirt, Milo's bulky chest and barrel-like stomach hung freely on his burly frame; like his muzzle, the fur of his musclegut was a lighter shade of gray compared to the black of the rest of his fur, almost creating a target space of belly that Malloy simply wanted to relax on top of. The bear's silver nipple piercings contrasted with his fur, accentuating his dark nipples that Malloy found himself wanting to suckle and nibble...but he stayed in his chair for a moment longer, just to watch the subtle ripples of muscle beneath the layer of fat as Milo moved to unbutton his shorts.

"Do...do you want to do anything before bed?" Malloy asked from his seat.

Milo chuckled as he unzipped his shorts. "I would, kid, but I'm so tired I just wanna hit the hay. We'll have some fun tomorrow, though."

Malloy nodded, too focused on the bear tugging down his jean shorts to respond verbally. As Milo pulled down on his waistband, Malloy saw that the ursine had been going commando all day--there was no underwear to reveal or pull down along with his shorts. The bear's light gray stomach fur extended down to his groin, where his black, club-like, chubbed cock hung down under its own weight from his sheath above his plump, pendulous testicles.

The bear's whole package looked so juicy, so fat, so powerful...Malloy's own cock stirred under his shorts at the sight of Milo's manhood. He wanted it in his mouth, in his ass, to caress it with his tongue and huff every drop of the bear's musk...

"You gonna join me?" Milo asked, kicking his shorts aside.

"Heh, yes sir!" Malloy replied, stirring from his reverie.

The teenager hopped up from his seat and padded back to the sleeper space, pulling off his own shirt along the way. He made sure to give Milo a good view of his white-furred chest and stomach and his slender frame, which was subtly defined with hints of muscle in his pecs, arms, and abdomen.

Milo smirked and reached past Malloy to draw the blackout curtain behind the young fox, giving them both some more privacy, before he flopped down on the bed like a sultan relaxing on the plush cushions of his personal harem. His nipple piercings glinted in the LED lights, and his chubbed arousal twitched as it still hung down, too heavy and not yet stiff enough to support itself.

"Mmm, I said I'm too tired to do anything tonight, but I've got enough in me to enjoy a private little strip show," the bear rumbled as he propped up his head with his hand.

Malloy teasingly gyrated his hips. "Happy to perform for you, papa bear."

"Atta boy...and I'm liking what I'm seeing so far." Milo still wore his red baseball cap, obscuring his eyes from Malloy's view, but the fox could imagine that the bear was staring at him hungrily, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed fur he could see. "How about you lose those socks for me next."

The teenager complied; Malloy lifted his left leg and planted his foot on the mattress directly in front of Milo, ensuring the big bear got a good view of his paw in his toeless, sweaty sock. The shirtless fox wriggled his toes to capture the older man's attention even more before he leaned forward and dipped his fingers into the cuff that circled around his lower calf and shin...and then slowly pushed the sock down, sliding it along his leg, down to his ankle...and finally over his foot, before he tugged it off over his toes, fully exposing his paw now. Malloy raised the sock up, dangling the loose garment from his fingers for a moment...and then tossed it in Milo's face.

The sock landed on the bear's snout--Milo chortled as he plucked the fox's sock off of his face before he balled it up and he held it to his nose. He sniffed, inhaling deeply.

"Mmmm, love me the smell of boy feet," the bear growled while Malloy teasingly pulled off his right sock. Milo took another whiff of the sock in his hand before he tossed it over to where Malloy had dropped his shirt and now his right sock, reuniting the pair once more while the fox before him was barefoot. "Alright, now the rest of it, boy."

"Yes sir!" Malloy turned around, presenting his backside to Milo as he loosened his shorts.

The fox swished his bushy tail invitingly while he gripped both the waistband of his shorts and that of his briefs, hooking his thumbs into his innermost layer of clothing. He swayed his hips from side to side in a sultry display as he pulled down his shorts and underwear, going inch by inch to reveal the pert and perky buns of his yellow-furred rump.

"Mmmm, there's that cute little peach," Milo rumbled approvingly.

Malloy giggled and shook his ass for the bear's pleasure, raising his tail as he did so...before he pushed his shorts and underwear all the way down, bending over to show off his rear.

"Mmm, gooooood booooy, that's the moneymaker right there," Milo chuckled.

As Malloy straightened up, he turned to face the bear on his bed again, presenting himself to the older man; by now, the boy's six-inch cock had fully emerged from his sheath, a stiff pole that was bobbing up and down like a diving board, the result of a horny teenager's hormones gone wild. His balls hung high and tight beneath his member, safe and secure in his white-furred scrotum, and they swayed lightly as Malloy slunk forward with the natural grace of a veteran erotic dancer, closing the distance between himself and Milo's bed.

"Cute little pecker you've got there, kid," Milo commented, licking his lips. He reached forward with his free hand and, with a thick sausage of a finger, pressed on the head of Malloy's erection, pushing the turgid stalk down.

Malloy huffed at the tension in his boner, but he held still, thrilled at the sensation of Milo's strong, warm, and rough finger on his sensitive glans; he allowed the bear to keep pushing, until his dick pointed down at the floor...

When Milo drew back his finger, it was like pulling the pin from a grenade--Malloy's cock sprang back to attention at once, pulsating with need.

"Heh, might need to find a way to keep it down, though, you could poke someone's eye out with that thing," Milo remarked playfully before he reached forward again, this time wrapping his arm around the fox's slender waist. "Now c'mere..."

Malloy giggled as he let the bear dominantly pull him onto the bed, with Milo's paw roughly cupping his ass as the bear dragged the fox in close. In a moment, Milo had rolled over onto his other side, easily hauling Malloy along with him as if the fox were a stuffie that he was cuddling with. The two of them were spooning in the cramped confines of the bed together, facing the rear wall of the sleeper cab--now with two people on the already economically-sized mattress, there was hardly any room to move around, and Milo's vast stomach pressed against Malloy's back and his beefy arm wrapped around the fox's chest and stomach.

Milo yawned in Malloy's ear as he reached up with his free hand to flick the light switch, and the sleeper cab was plunged into darkness. But Malloy could still feel the expansion and contraction of Milo's stomach against him as the bear breathed in and out; he could still feel Milo's legs against his own and intertwining with his limbs; he could still hear the distant droning of the highway like a white noise machine that was mixing with the whirring overhead fan that Milo had switched on earlier; and he could feel Milo's own cock pressing against his rump, a giant fleshy mace squeezed between their two bodies.

Malloy squirmed to settle more naturally against Milo's frame.

"Comfy?" Milo asked once Milo had grown still again.

"Uh-huh!"

"Good...think I could use a little more space, though," Milo noted...

In the dark, Malloy felt Milo's free hand now drifting down to his crotch...where it held the base of his stiff shaft and began pulling down again...further...and actually tucking his erect dick backwards between his legs, pressing it against his balls as he did so.

"Mmf!" Malloy grunted softly at the increased tension on his member. He glanced down between his legs, where it looked like he didn't even have a dick thanks to the way that Milo was tucking his manhood back...and the young fox's stomach flipped at the visual illusion, uncertain whether it was disconcerting to see to enjoyable to think about...

"Gotta make some more room in the bed somehow, kid," Milo grunted. He rolled his hips forward, grinding against Malloy's backside, while his hand kept the teen's cock tucked back. "Aaahh, there we go, just right...I'll keep a good hold on this for you, Mutt," Milo said with a yawn as he squeezed the fox's stiff arousal between his fingers, eliciting another muted grunt from Malloy.

"Heh, thanks papa bear," Malloy murmured; even though the tension in his cock had initially been uncomfortable, he quickly found himself getting used to the sensation, as well as the feeling of having Milo's fingers on his dick.

"Get ple-e-eeenty of rest, kid," Milo yawned sleepily. "Got a big day ahead of us...just you wait..."

---

Malloy wasn't sure exactly when he nodded off last night, and he slept more soundly than he could remember. Even though the bed was cramped and he was squeezed tight against the burly bear's body, sleeping in an actually comfortable mattress was like laying on top of a cloud. Malloy had blissfully conked out, wrapped up in Milo's embrace while his dick had remained tucked between his legs thanks to the bear's hand.

But before Malloy knew it, he was alone in the bed, sprawled out on the mattress, and a paw the size of a shovel was roughly shaking him awake.

"Come on, kid, up and at 'em!"

"Mmmf," Malloy mumbled groggily as he flipped onto his side and opened his eyes.

Bright sunlight was streaming into the cab through the windshield; Milo had pulled back the blackout curtain and was standing in front of the bed, still naked in all his beefy, bare-furred glory...and sporting a boner that instantly made Malloy's eyes widen, his mouth water, and his hole quiver. The bear's morning wood was eye-level with the young fox still lying in bed, a massive, juicy shaft that was twitching with Milo's arousal. The rotund, fleshy pole was beckoning Malloy, enticing him to immediately roll onto his hands and knees, raise his ass in the air, and present himself for Milo to breed.

"Sleep well?" Milo asked, leering down at the teen in his bed.

"Mmhmm...your bed's stupid comfy," Malloy murmured before he cleared his throat and teasingly added, "and thanks for bringing me some sausage for breakfast." It took every ounce of self control for Malloy to resist the urge to simply latch onto the bear's dick with his mouth.

Milo chuckled as he flexed his dick, bobbing it up and down for Malloy's perverted amusement. "I could say the same thing, kid."

Malloy felt that he had woken up hard, but when he looked down at himself, it still surprised him a little to see he was also at full mast. "Heh, mine might be more bite-sized compared to yours."

Milo shrugged, but still grinned. "Still looks tasty enough to me, though." He sighed, then clapped Malloy on the shoulder, rousing him to get up. "Well, time for us to hit the road, Mutt."

The young fox sat up while Milo picked up the clothes he had worn yesterday; his eyes were in the bear's cock, which wagged heavily from side to side as the ursine moved around the sleeper space. "Do you want to do anything before we get going?" he asked, watching Milo's dick constantly.

"I would, but we're running a little late already; gotta get to San Rialto by the end of the day," Milo explained as he hastily pulled on his shirt, leaving himself bottomless for a moment longer. "But if I can make up some time and get us to Sandia before noon, I think we can play around then. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect to me!" Malloy sniggered.

"Alright, kid, then let's get moving," Milo prompted before he tugged on his denim shorts and stuffed his morning wood down along his left leg.

Once Malloy had gotten dressed and settled into his seat, he and Milo were back on the road, making their way past Coopersville and resuming their route on Highway 85. It was starting off to be another sunny, clear day, and Malloy was beyond grateful for the air conditioning in Big Papa--the temperature readout on the infotainment system was showing that it was already 75 degrees outside, and it was only going to get hotter as the day wore on. Not the kind of conditions that Malloy would want to be walking in.

They drove on and on, all the way to Fremont...and Xavier...and Dothan. The hours ticked by and the miles rolled past, with Milo and Malloy chatting, listening to music, and snacking on their food supplies for breakfast as the morning progressed. Other truckers called in over the radio, and Malloy pass3d the time by putting his knowledge of trucker slang from Milo to the test, translating what some of the bear's fellow drivers were chatting about--he managed to understand about half of what he heard, but Milo helped out and provided definitions for the rest of the unfamiliar terms and codes that came in.

It was 9:45 by the time Milo took the bypass around Meadowview and finally exited off of 85, now going south on Highway 60. The bear's truck sped along, and Milo skillfully navigated around the slower drivers ahead of him. Another 90 minutes came and went, and with it another 110 miles--Milo had floored the accelerator occasionally, but the few bursts of extra speed had gone a long way, as Malloy eventually saw a sign that read "Sandia - 5 miles".

"Alright, we're making good time!" Milo said triumphantly as he drummed the steering wheel. "Gonna hit Sandia ahead of schedule, which means I get to have some fun with you, kid."

Malloy's tail twitched excitedly and he sat at attention. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?"

"Oooh, I've got a few ideas," Milo replied suggestively. "Buuuut I wanna ask you something first."

Malloy looked over at the bear in the driver seat quizzically.

"How badly did you want my morning wood?"

Malloy's eyebrows rose, and his heart caught in his throat--Milo's question had caught him by surprise, and even though he knew the answer to it, he wanted to play it at least a little coy and not seem too eager. "Sorry?"

"You heard me, kid: how badly did you want my morning wood?"

The fox glanced at the bear's crotch; the bulge of Milo's dick was visibly straining against the denim of his shorts, and Malloy began to salivate again just like he had earlier that morning when he'd seen the older man's erection fully exposed.

"Heh, pretty badly," Malloy admitted.

"Oh really? What did you want to do with it?" Milo asked.

"I wanted to suck it and ride it," the fox answered truthfully.

The bear snickered. "That's what I thought; I could see how hungry you were for it..."

Milo looked over at Malloy--the fox was still pointedly staring at his crotch, and the burly ursine spread his legs wider to give the boy an even better view.

"Just like you're hungry for it now, aren't you."

Malloy gulped and nodded. "Yes sir."

"Heh, I've seen that look in a boy's eyes before--that's the look of a cock-starved bitch right there, just ready to wrap your lips around my big hog," Milo growled as he lay a hand directly on top of his crotch. He wrapped his fingers around his bulge and squeezed it, showing off his sheer heft for Malloy, before he continued, "Gotta say, I'm curious to see how well you give head, but something tells me you're a natural cocksucker."

Malloy giggled as he recalled a particularly memorable compliment he'd received about his oral skills. "The football coach I played with said I could suck the paint off of a firetruck, I was that good."

"No shit?" Milo looked impressed.

"Uh-huh. Always got him to cum pretty fast, too--he loved emptying his balls down my throat," Malloy said proudly.

"Heh, sounds to me like you loved giving him your throat to use. That's the sign of a good bitch to me," Milo said authoritatively.

"Well, I don't know about being a bitch, exactly," Malloy said evasively.

"Nah, you do, kid--you're pretty happy when you've got a man's dick in your mouth and his load getting dumped in your stomach, aren't you?"

"I...welll..." Malloy couldn't deny it.

"And you love getting bred rough and raw, don't you?"

Malloy also couldn't deny that getting frantically and violently fucked by his other 18-year-old friends--all slaves to their adolescent hormones and all-consuming desires to sow their youthful, potent oats--had been among the highlights of his life.

"You're the kind of bitch who can't live without cock--you need a dick in your mouth or in that tight little ass like a fish needs water, don't you," Milo stated, disregarding the young fox's blushing and semi-bashful grimace.

Malloy's mouth was dry and his tail was twitching agitatedly now--he'd never heard himself described that way, but it was as if as soon as the bear had said it, he implicitly knew it was true. He gulped before he obediently said, "Yes sir."

"Yeah, you do. You love getting handled rough, too," Milo went on. "You love when a man just takes what he wants from you. Like if he wants you to lose your shirt..."

Milo kept his left hand on the steering wheel while he reached over with his right hand and dominantly gripped the front of Malloy's t-shirt.

"...you're happy enough for him to just reach over and..."

Riiiiip!

Malloy was speechless as Milo yanked downward, easily tearing through the thin fabric of his shirt. Now with an open gash extending from his collar to the hem, the ruined garment hung loosely from Malloy's shoulders.

"...rip it off of you...oops, guess I got carried away," Milo finished sarcastically. He heaved a theatrical sigh before he continued, "Guess there's only one thing to do about that now."

"What?" Malloy asked, his heart now thundering in his chest--Milo had been right on the money about him so far, and the bear's every word and action was just making the teen hornier and hornier. By now, Malloy's dick had filled out his sheath and was pushing hard against his briefs.

"This!"

Before Malloy could react, Milo reached over again to pull the ripped t-shirt off of his torso--Malloy moved his right arm to accommodate the corresponding sleeve being tugged off his shoulder--and the bear rolled down his window, flung the ruined garment out of the cab and onto the open road that he was driving along, and rolled his window back up, leaving Malloy sitting shirtless in the passenger seat.

"Mmm, yeah, there's more of that cute foxy bitch," Milo growled approvingly, sparing a glance from the highway to leer at the topless fox.

Malloy's white-furred chest and stomach were now laid bare for Milo to see; even though the teen had willingly stripped and put on a little show for older man last night, this was different--it had been forceful, without his consent...but Malloy's throbbing arousal under his shorts was telling him that he liked this even better. He was happy to have been exposed so roughly, and he found himself comfortably sitting back in his chair.

"You like what you see here, Southpaw?" he asked flirtatiously.

"Shit yeah," the bear replied. "But, if you ask me, you should probably lose the rest of your clothes, too, to complete the look."

Malloy grinned while the bear snickered deviously. He could see what Milo was getting at, and he was happy to play along. Wriggling in his seat as he worked to remove the rest of his outfit, Malloy shimmied out of his shorts and underwear, pulling down the waistband of his briefs to reveal his stiff member that was poking straight up out of his sheath. He pulled his shorts and underwear off of his legs--now totally nude in his seat, Malloy held up his wadded up clothes. "What should I do with these?"

"You know exactly what to do, kid."

Malloy took the hint and rolled down his window before he tossed his shorts and underwear out of the cab--the wind took the two garments out of his hands and blew them back along the highway. Whether they hit another traveler's windshield or eventually landed on the shoulder of the road, Malloy didn't know, and he didn't care--he had already rolled up his window and was simply luxuriating in the wonderfully liberating feeling of being naked and riding in a big rig with a burly bear driver.

"That's a good bitch," Milo rumbled. "Heh, remember how you said you wanted to feel the freedom of the road? Riding shotgun naked is one of the best ways to do it."

"I see what you mean!" Malloy said giddily. He gestured at the highway in front of him as he added, "Got nothing between me and everything out there!"

"Exactly!"

"Do you ever drive naked?"

"Heh, yeah, a little bit here and there; feels fucking awesome having nothing between my ass and the seat," Milo chuckled. He looked over at Malloy again and shook his head. "Ah, just look at you...pretty little thing with a fuckable ass, great body for throwing around and manhandling, eager to please...you were just born to be a bitch, weren't you."

"If you say so, Papa Bear," Malloy said agreeably.

"I do...I'll be honest with you, kid: the second we met, you struck me as a natural bitch who's good at servicing other men."

"Oh really?" Malloy asked sardonically.

"Oh yeah," Milo replied as he laid his right hand on Malloy's now-bare thigh. He roughly squeezed the fox's leg before he went on, "The way you were looking at me back at that urinal, I could tell you were up for more than just window shopping. You needed some big fucking dick in you, didn't you."

"Heh, maybe," the teen said coyly as he blushed.

"The way you were eye-balling me, I could tell you needed a big ol' bear to breed you...or was I wrong?"

"No, you weren't wrong."

"I didn't think so...fuck yeah, kid, you were born to be a bitch," Milo growled, now being more direct and moving his hand to rest on top of Malloy's crotch, groping the boy's manhood.

The young fox squirmed and gasped at the sensation of the bear's giant paw roughly smothering his cock and balls. He could feel Milo's natural body heat radiating from his hand, the strong muscles in his palm, and the leathery texture of the bear's pads rubbing against his sensitive skin. Milo squeezed his member and curled his digits around his nuts, effectively forming a chastity cage with his hand.

"Fuckin' cute little flirt with a sweet little pecker...bet you're subby as hell, too, right?" Milo continued.

Malloy blushed--he remembered begging Coach Bailey for his load, following the older lion's every command, no matter how demeaning or degrading, in the hope of sucking the football coach's cock. There had been the time Coach Bailey had ordered him to lick his musky balls and sweaty feet, the time that he had ordered Malloy to strike provocative poses for photos to add to his personal spank bank, the time Malloy had eaten out the lion's ripe ass before going down on him, and so many other times, so many other orders that the teenaged fox had happily and subserviently followed so he could be rewarded with Coach Bailey's dick in his mouth and a fat, fresh load down his throat...

"Maybe just a little," Malloy giggled.

"Oh, I think more than just a little. A bitch like you follows every order he's given and does the most humiliating shit if it means he gets some dick," Milo rumbled assertively.

Again, Malloy couldn't deny the bear's words. If his school had used significantly more cock as a motivational tool for him, he would have graduated at the top of his class.

Milo chuckled before he said, "Kid, you'd be a great little lot lizard, you know that?"

Now that was a phrase Malloy hadn't heard before, although he guessed that was more trucker lingo. "What's a lot lizard?"

The bear sniggered. "Nice way of putting it is a sex worker...but I like to think of them more as breeding bitches. That what you want to be?"

Malloy cocked his head in thought, entertaining the notion--he'd already gotten one ride on his journey by blowing a guy, maybe he could actually make some more money and see more of the country by selling his body. It wasn't like he could see himself working in an office or flipping burgers at a fast food joint anytime soon...but did he really want to go down that route of being a whore for truckers? It was a hot fantasy to think about, but could he actually do it? "Ooooh...huh, I don't know..."

"Nah, I think you know," Milo said cockily as he squeezed the boy's genitals again. "No use trying to shy away from it--you might be a little nervous, but I can see right through all that. With how flirty you've been, that little performance you did for me last night, and how horny you were all night long, I think being a breeding bitch is in your blood, Mutt."

Malloy guffawed, taken aback by what the bear had just said, but not in a negative way--on the contrary, his stomach flipped excitedly. "You think so?"

Milo nodded. "Mmhmm, I look at you and I see a breeding bitch in there. Hell, forget about being a 'lot lizard', you're more of a 'rig pig'."

The fox was hooked, intrigued by what the bear was saying. "What's that?"

"A breeding bitch who caters exclusively to truckers and enjoys the really nasty shit. I've seen the way you looked at my feet, kid, I know you want 'em."

Malloy blushed, mildly embarrassed that his subtle glances at Milo's paws hadn't been quite so subtle, but if the big bear wanted to get really kinky with him, no way was the teen going to pass up that opportunity.

"And I know you want more than that, too," Milo went on, rolling Malloy's balls around in his hand while still smothering the boy's dick. "You want to be a good, filthy little slut for all my buddies on the road. And you'd have so many guys wanting a piece of that tail, wanting to breed you as hard as they can and pump you full of kits and cubs and pups and foals...just imagine a line of men, all wanting you, wanting every inch of your body and wanting you to be their bitch...think about all the pits you'd get to sniff and feet you'd get to lick, all the cum you'd be sucking down and getting dumped in your ass, all the truckers talking about you and saying what a good bitch you are...they'd all want to plow that tight little ass like there's no tomorrow...shit, you'd be getting so much dick, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. You'd love that, wouldn't you, kid."

It wasn't a question.

Malloy nodded, mesmerized by every word that came streaming out of Milo's mouth.

"Heh, now that I think about it," the bear kept up, "yesterday you said you wanted to let your life's purpose come to you--maybe you were born to be a cum-hungry rig pig, huh?"

Malloy was practically hypnotized by this point, drunk on everything the bear had been saying--he was a young, impressionable, horny teenager, how could he not be hanging onto Milo's every word? Plus, with the bear still roughly groping his throbbing member and sensitive nuts, Malloy was practically putty in Milo's hands.

"Yeah, I like the sound of that," Malloy huffed, totally seduced by the manly bear telling him what he wanted out of his life.

"I thought you would. Heh, we'll, if you're going to be a rig pig, maybe we should get you started with some road head; that's always a classic."

Milo at last released his hold on Malloy's crotch and reached for the bulge between his own legs. The bear nimbly unbuttoned his waistband and pulled down the zipper of his denim shorts before he tugged out his cock; Milo was sporting a semi, and the girthy, ebony-skinned, club-like shaft flopped out of the opening in his shorts.

Malloy's eyes widened at the sight of the bear's manhood. He briefly looked up at Milo for confirmation.

"Get to work, kid."

That was all the instruction the horned up fox needed; Malloy unbuckled his seat belt so he could have more room to move, and he leaned over in his seat until his muzzle was just above Milo's dick. Malloy inhaled deeply, getting a good whiff of the bear's pungent musk and sweat--his mouth watered at the tangy, potent aroma, and he opened his mouth and lowered his head, taking the fat dome of Milo's glans into his maw.

"Mmmm, fuck yessss," the bear hissed as Malloy sank down further on his cock.

The fox cradled the bear's cockhead with his lips and tongue, and Malloy felt Milo's blunt glans flare and swell with a fresh burst of hot arousal now that it was in the warm, wet confines of his mouth. Malloy swirled his tongue from side to side across the buttery, smooth, warm flesh, expertly teasing the sweet spot of the bear's frenulum.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna make it hard to drive straight if you keep that up," Milo groaned from above--he held onto the steering wheel of the big rig with his left hand while his right hand now rested on Malloy's exposed back, keeping the fox bent over.

"Mmm..." Malloy moaned as he suckled on the decadent flesh of Milo's cockhead.

The fox lapped at the meaty glans like a large scoop of ice cream, slathering it with his saliva and swirling around the meatus with his tongue, tasting the semi-acrid and stale remnants of piss that lingered from the last time Milo had taken a leak. But after a few moments of simply pampering the bear's cockhead with his tongue, Malloy began to sample a new, musky, slightly sweet flavor: Milo's silky, slippery pre was starting to ooze from his urethra, and the teen eagerly licked up the tasty treat before he pushed his head farther down on the bear's now-fully erect and dully throbbing member. Malloy's jaw stretched as he sank down to the halfway point of the bulging shaft, and he dragged his tongue over the prominent vein that had swelled up on the side of Milo's cock.

"Ooooh yeah, that's the way, kid," Milo groaned while the fox curled his tongue around the underside of his cock.

Malloy moaned in return and his tail wagged.

"Heh, happy to have a cock filling your mouth, huh?" Milo observed, noticing the fox's bushy, yellow and white-furred tail waving contentedly like a flag.

"Mmhmm!" the fox grunted around the meat in his muzzle.

"Atta boy...you're definitely a good little bitch...fuck, that's it, nice and easy," the bear tumbled as Malloy began to slowly bob his head up and down.

Malloy's lips dragged across the surface of Milo's cock, his drool making them glide smoothly up from the midpoint of the bear's shaft to the tip; Malloy's lips closed just enough around the blunt end of Milo's glans to give them a wet smooch before he sank back down, spreading his jaws and sliding his tongue along the bear's shaft as it re-entered his mouth.

Milo kept driving, still using just his left hand to steer Big Papa while his right hand remained on Malloy's back. As he stayed leaned over in his seat and continued bobbing his head up and down along the bear's cock, Malloy felt Milo's right leg move under him every so often--the fox's gaze drifted down to the footwell, where he saw Milo's huge foot working the accelerator. The size 16 paw pressed lightly on the pedal to keep the truck's speed constant with the flow of traffic, but Malloy could just imagine that same paw stomping into his chest and face, powerfully grinding his nose into Milo's sole...and Malloy's sucking began to sound off noisily in the cab as his mouth watered and more drool dribbled down the turgid shaft in his mouth.

Gluk...gluk...gluk...gluk...

"That's fuckin' right, you keep polishing your papa bear's dick like that," Milo grunted, bringing the fox out of his foot-related fantasy and back to the present. "You're doing great, Mutt...definitely a pro cocksucker...and at your age, that's something to be proud of...most kids, I have to teach 'em how to suck dick, but you're a natural bitch who knows how to work his tongue just right...fuck, that feels good..."

Gluk...gluk...gluk...gluk...

Malloy kept going, slowly bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue around and around, sucking just hard enough to keep the bear entertained. He stayed at a steady, languid pace for three reasons: Malloy wanted to tease Milo and work him up into a frenzy, he wanted to show off just how good of a cocksucker he was so the bear would want to do even more with him, and, most importantly, he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible for his own enjoyment.

All of the blowjobs that Malloy had given up until now had been rushed, hurried because of the worry about getting caught--the blowjob he'd given the deer had been fast because they were in a public parking lot, and even his afternoons with Coach Bailey had been on a tight timeframe because there was no telling when someone would come along to see the football coach in his office even after school hours. As for the blowjobs he had given his friends...well, they were all teenagers, horny and desperate to unload their balls in his throat.

Now that there was no possibility whatsoever of being disturbed and he had a tasty cock right here in front of him, Malloy wanted to take his sweet time to savor the experience, to truly enjoy having his jaws stretch to the limit to accommodate the big bear's member, to truly luxuriate in the thrill of orally pleasuring another man--the fact that the man he was giving head to was a burly, rough, musky, grease-stained, pervy trucker was the perfect cherry on top of this particular sundae, and Malloy's tail flicked back and forth with even more gleeful fervor.

"Mmm, nice and easy, kid...that's fuckin' perfect," Milo growled.

The bear's paw began to wander down along the fox's backside while Milo kept sucking, kept teasing...

"Fuck, that's awesome...you know, this is how a lot of hitching works," Milo said while he walked his fingers to the top of Malloy's ass.

Malloy could feel what the bear was reaching for, and as he sucked the older man's cock, he adjusted his posture in his seat to give Milo a better angle of approach; he raised his rump enticingly for the bear, and Milo reached down past the base of his tail, tracing along the cleft of his ass with his heavy, broad fingers.

"I do you a favor by driving you," Milo went on before he pressed on the target he had been searching out: Malloy's puckered hole.

The fox squirmed at the light anal stimulation as Milo began to drag his finger around the tight rim of wrinkled flesh.

Gluk...gluk...gluk...gluk...

"And you return the favor by giving me some fucking good head," Milo added before he pressed harder with the tip of his finger.

Malloy knew what the bear wanted, and he relaxed his sphincter, offering up no resistance to Milo's now-insistent pressing.

"Mmm!" Malloy grunted when Milo's digit penetrated him.

"And a bitch like you wants to give me even more than just head, don't you," Milo stated as he ruthlessly pushed in deeper, spreading Malloy's innards around his thick finger.

"Mmhmm!"

"Damn right you do," Milo chuckled as he began to lightly piston his finger back and forth against the smooth, tight, and moist walls of Malloy's rectum.

The fox moaned while he continued sucking on the bear's cock. He shuddered as the tip of Milo's finger grazed against his prostate, and he relaxed his hole as much as he could to allow the bear to freely finger-fuck him--as rough as it was without lube, Malloy was in heaven at the sensation of Milo penetrating him and teasing him like this.

And the fox's pleasure doubled after a couple minutes when Milo shoved a second finger into him without any warning.

"Mmm!" Malloy groaned before he sucked extra hard on Milo's cock.

The bear snickered and he flexed his member in Malloy's muzzle. "Damn, your football coach was right, you could really suck the paint off of a fire truck with that mouth of yours! You just love having a man fill your hole, don't you, Mutt."

"Mmhmm!"

"Yeah, you do...mmm, you're doing great, kid...and your hole's fuckin' perfect, squeezing me good and hard, you're a tight little thing," Milo observed as he stroked the inside of Malloy's ass, giving the fox an internal massage. He pressed down on the subtle bump in the fox's rectum, and Malloy grunted at the attention paid to his prostate. "Mmm, there's that little button...you like having your prostate played with, Mutt?"

"Mmhmm!"

"I thought you would--boys your age love when a man hits that sweet spot. You wouldn't believe how many prostates I've milked in here," Milo grunted. "They all get so leaky and horny, it's actually pretty cute. And they all beg me to keep going, to keep milking them like they're just animals that need relief because they've got full prostates that need to get drained..."

As Milo kept talking and pressing on his sensitive gland, Malloy could feel his twitching cock already drooling his own pre. He didn't know if the clear, slimy fluid was landing on his seat or on the floor of the truck, and he didn't care--he just wanted Milo to keep milking him. Even though he'd fingered himself and been fucked before, Malloy had never known a pleasure like this, and he didn't want it to stop.

"And I bet you'd be begging, too, if it weren't for that big ol' bear dick in your mouth," Milo continued arrogantly.

"MmhmmMMMMM!" Malloy grunted in pleasured surprise as the bear forced a third finger into his hungry ass--the three digits spread him wide as they pressed hard on his prostate.

"Oooh, watch the teeth, kid," Milo hissed.

Malloy had gotten distracted and had let his teeth graze the bear's member--the fox curled his lips over his canines and incisors and renewed his sucking, now speeding up his pace while his own cock throbbed hard.

Gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk...

"Good bitch," Milo grunted.

The fox groaned, huffed, and moaned as, over the course of the next ten minutes, the bear twisted his hand around and around, rotating his fingers inside Malloy's ass, spreading them apart to loosen and stretch the boy's hole like it was a fleshy fidget toy to play with while Milo continued driving. Milo would intermittently press on Malloy's prostate, and Malloy would buck his hips back and forth, as if trying to ride the bear's fingers. The teen slobbered freely over the older man's member, passionately sucking it like a shameless slut...a shameless slut that he found himself desperately wanting to be...

"Mmm yeah, you're really getting into it," Milo eventually observed with a chuckle. "Heh, I love foxes like you, Mutt. You know your place as a bitch...what makes that even better is that you're so tight, but perfectly stretchy. I mean, look at this..."

To prove his point, Milo actively spread his fingers in Malloy's hole before he relaxed and let the fox's sphincter naturally close them together again. "You're squeezing on my fingers so fucking hard without any real effort, but you let me get three in there without even struggling. And get this..."

Milo pulled his fingers out of Malloy. The fox grunted at the sudden withdrawal, he felt almost painfully empty, he needed to have his ass filled again...

"Glurk! Hck!" Malloy spluttered and gagged as Milo, without warning, violently forced his head down into his lap. The bear's bulging and throbbing member slickly shoved into Malloy's throat with a wet shluk, cutting off his air supply.

"Oh yeah...when you're choking on my fat dick, your throat's still letting it in, just stretching around it like a fleshlight."

Malloy's jaw ached and he struggled for air, but he couldn't breathe. He jerked in Milo's grip and tried pushing up from the bear's lap, but the giant paw held his head firmly in place.

"Clk! Ulk!" Malloy squirmed and tried to wriggle out from under Milo's hand as panic began to set in.

The fox was thrashing erratically now, desperate to get free as he was being suffocated by the dick in his throat. He flailed uselessly, too weak to pull himself out of Milo's grasp on his head, and he was too terrified to even think of biting down on the bear's member. His nostrils were blocked thanks to being stuffed in Milo's crotch, and his jaw and tongue flexed and spawned sporadically as his body worked to regurgitate the foreign object in his throat.

"Yeeeah, that's it, kid, keep it up," Milo grunted--his hard cock was pulsating, and the fox's neck bulged with the enormous shaft lodged in his esophagus. Drool leaked from Malloy's mouth and down to Milo's balls, seeping into the bear's fur. "Fuuuuck, you're good...don't pretend you're not enjoying this, I know you're loving every second of it like a good bitch..."

Malloy whimpered and wheezed as black began to creep into the corners of his vision...he kept thrashing, but he couldn't hold out for much longer...and if he hadn't been so panicked at that moment, Malloy would have noticed that his cock was throbbing harder than ever--he was at the edge of climaxing right then and there.

"Just like I knew you liked it when I tucked your little pecker back last night...not because you liked having my hand on that tiny stiffy of yours, but because deep down, you liked the idea of not even having a cock..."

The fox couldn't fight anymore; his struggles slowed to a stop, and he went limp in the bear's lap with the ursine's cock still in his throat. Milo's words echoed in Malloy's ears as his brain began to shut down from lack of oxygen...but a lingering synapse managed to fire before it went dark, telling the fox that the bear was right on the money, that he had, deep down, enjoyed the concept of not having a dick at all...that it would feel natural...

Before Malloy passed out, the last words he heard from Milo, sounding as if the bear was calling from the end of a long tunnel, were, "...and I think we can find a way to make that permanent."

---

Malloy felt like he was living a repeat of earlier that morning--his world was dark and still, but a hand was roughly shaking him out of his stupor.

"Wake up, Mutt, we've got work to do."

The fox grunted groggily and opened his eyes. His world came into focus; the ceiling of Milo's sleeper space loomed above him, the overhead lights were bright and glaring, and Milo himself, now completely naked save for his signature red baseball cap, was leering down at him menacingly.

Malloy realized that the truck had come to a stop and he was laying on his back on the floor of Big Papa's sleeper space, and he could hear the distant sound of the highway through one of the open windows; Milo must have pulled over at a rest stop after choking him out on his dick...

Choking him out on his dick...

A rush of panic flooded Malloy's senses--he had to get out of here!

But the second he tried to scramble and sit up, Milo's right foot slammed into his chest and planted itself on his sternum, forcing him flat against the floor and pinning him down.

"Oof!" Malloy grunted--as much as he was still worried about what the bear was going to do to him, he couldn't deny that he was now enjoying the front-row view of Milo's large, thick toes pointing directly at his face, nor could he deny enjoying the feeling of having the ursine's warm, mammoth, size 16 paw resting heavily on his ribcage. And the smell, the pungent and delicious aroma of sweat and musk that was already wafting towards the boy's nostrils...that alone was enough to keep Malloy placated.

"Ah-ah-ah, kid, you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," Milo growled dominantly. "And that's not gonna be for a while."

He shifted his weight to step around Malloy while he kept his foot planted on the fox's chest, until he stood in front of the ledge that held his bed. Malloy watched the bear bend over to access the storage space under the ledge, where his two large, black heavy-duty footlockers sat. Milo dragged them both out from under the ledge so they sat right next to Malloy, and he undid the latches before swinging the tops open.

Malloy raised his head enough to get a peek inside the footlockers, and his eyebrows rose in shock at what he saw--the chest on the right was full of machinery and tools, from scissors to clippers to drills to medical instruments to needles to what looked like a complete tattoo machine. The chest on the left, however, was full to the brim with dildos, gags, anal beads, ropes, handcuffs, gimp masks and pup hoods, leather gear, vibrators, and more.

Milo reached into the footlocker on the right and picked up a large, chrome-plated, battery-powered clipper. He flicked the power switch on, and the clipper buzzed to life. The bear grinned down at Malloy, brandishing the clipper.

"You know, you'd already be a fine breeding bitch if I didn't do anything at all to you, but that's just wasted potential, in my opinion," Milo said over the droning buzz of the clipper. "The second I saw you, I knew there was a real nasty rig pig in that cute little foxy boy, and papa bear here is gonna turn you into the most perfect little fucktoy for all the truckers to use."

"B-but--" Malloy started to feebly protest, but Milo cut him off when--

"Hcccck-ptoo!"

The bear hocked a loogie and spat directly into the fox's face. The thick wad of saliva and snot splattered on the bridge of Malloy's nose, stunning the boy for a moment and making him grimace and wince; Milo, however, moved quickly, lifting his foot from Malloy's chest...before he pressed it down, this time right on top of Malloy's muzzle and head.

"Mmmf!" Malloy grunted as the huge paw squashed his face and held him down.

He squirmed and used his hands to try prying the hefty, solid foot off of his head--it was bearing down on him like a steam roller, effectively pinning him to the floor once more--but the second he got a deep, deep whiff of Milo's sweat and musk on the bear's sole, the fox relaxed, intoxicated by the heady, overpowering smell of pure maleness. His cock, meanwhile, had stiffened with a vengeance, swelling back to full attention in mere moments.

There was no use trying to resist the perverted joy that was radiating throughout Malloy's body--he'd been hoping to get a closer look at the bear's big stompers, but he never expected to end up under one of them. His entire view was obscured by the giant foot in his face, the pads and toes pressing against his eyes and rubbing over his muzzle...and, as if on autopilot now, Malloy extended his tongue and began to lap at the sole pressing on his face, getting a proper sample of Milo's flavors. Malloy huffed as he licked over the rough pad, tasting the salty, musky, cheesy sweat, which mixed with the perfect blend of spice and tang from Milo's body odor...and Milo's toes wiggled appreciatively in his face at the treatment the fox was giving him.

"Heh, that's a good bitch. Now, you just hold still while papa bear works on you, kid," Milo instructed.

With Milo's foot in his face and covering his eyes, Malloy couldn't see what the bear was doing, but it almost didn't matter to him, he was too preoccupied with licking the older man's paw...

But Malloy flinched in surprise when Milo roughly grasped his left ankle and lifted his leg from the floor slightly...and flinched again when the clipper made contact with his limb.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Milo hummed to himself while he dragged the clipper in long, purposeful strokes up along Malloy's leg, stripping the limb of its white and yellow fur. Malloy shivered at the sensation of being shaved--his newly-exposed skin prickled at the sudden change in temperature as his fur was systematically removed, but there was something oddly thrilling about being so forcefully denuded of his coat...even intimate...so intimate, in fact, that he couldn't even find the will within him to resist.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Milo kept going, methodically working over the top of Malloy's foot, around his ankle, up along his shin and calf, and to his knee before he moved back down and shaved out the inside of the fox's foot, pressing the clipper between the beans of Malloy's paw to remove every last scrap of hair with the clipper. Once he finished with the fox's lower left leg, Milo repeated the process with Malloy's right leg.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Malloy shuddered and whimpered as the bear shaved his other foot and leg, stripping it completely of his white and yellow fur all the way up to his knee...but the fox extended his leg to help Milo shave off every square inch of his coat and he obligingly spread his toes to allow the clipper better access to the furred spots between his pads. The fox made no fuss at all about being shaved like this; on the contrary, his cock was twitching and throbbing hard, and he continued slurping and salivating over Milo's foot throughout his impromptu trim.

Buzzzzzzz...

Milo powered down the clipper for a moment and sighed, surveying his handiwork--the fox's freshly-deforested skin was pale pink under the bright LEDs of the cab's overhead lights, and Milo could see the subtle definition of lean, adolescent muscle in Malloy's calves. Malloy's feet, however, looked almost skeletal now, and the dark pads of the boy's beans contrasted even more with the smooth, pink flesh than they had with the white fur that had previously covered the fox's paws.

"Heh, that's a good start--looks like you're wearing a pair of skin socks now, kid," Milo observed with a chuckle before he powered up the clipper again.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Malloy flinched once more when he felt Milo begin dragging the clipper over his right knee and up along his thigh. The bear cut long swathes through the fox's yellow fur, working from the outside of his quad, then moving inward over the top of his thigh and further still to the inside of Malloy's leg, but he left the backside of the boy's hamstring untouched; Milo worked up from Malloy's knee to the boy's hip, smoothly gliding through his coat like a hot knife through butter and melting off Malloy's fur in long, even strips.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

"Lemme tell you why I'm shaving you, Mutt," Milo said as he moved from Malloy's now-naked right thigh to his left.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

"There's two reasons: One, a breeding bitch like you doesn't get to have fur." Milo worked his way inward from Malloy's outer thigh to the inside of his leg, methodically shaving off his fur in neat, satisfying strips to expose the skin underneath the fox's coat. "Sure, there are lot lizards who still have their fur, but a real rig pig like what you're gonna be? Fur isn't something you get to have--you're gonna be naked in every sense of the word. Exposed 24/7, all day, every day. Nothing between you and the men who're gonna take you in their trucks and plow you for as long as they want. Being shaved like this makes it easy for everyone to see what a bitch you are from a mile away, and even when you get the chance to look in a mirror, you'll see right off the bat that you're just a filthy, slutty little rig pig that's only good for getting bred."

By the time Milo finished speaking, the front and sides of both of Malloy's thighs had been shaved clean; the fox's fur that Milo had shaved off so far lay on the floor beside and under Malloy's legs, some of it grouped together in clumps while more of it lay in wispy piles.

Malloy, still licking and huffing Milo's foot, squirmed under the bear's paw; Milo's shovel of a hand had roughly cradled his testicles and squeezed around the neck of his scrotum to draw the skin of the sac tight.

"Mmmf!" the fox whimpered when he felt the vibrating clipper against his nuts, and Malloy panted into Milo's foot as the bear roughly dragged the clipped over, under, and around his balls and sheath.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

"Second reason for shaving you's pretty simple, though," Milo said as he cleared the boy's genitals of any and all fur. "Makes you a helluva lot easier to clean up, 'specially after you get a bunch of fat loads splattered all over you or someone hoses you down with a full tank of piss."

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

The buzzing clipper made Malloy's balls tingle, and he writhed under Milo's foot as the bear shaved his sheath and around the base of his stiff cock. In a matter of moments, the boy's groin was entirely bare, his white fur now laying on the floor of the truck with the rest of the clippings that Milo had shorn off of him.

"Can you imagine finding a way to shower constantly while you're on the road so all that fur of yours doesn't get all matted?" Milo asked as he moved up along Malloy's stomach, pushing the clipper over the boy's abdomen, obliques, and toward his pectorals.

Strip after strip of white and yellow fur fell away effortlessly under the bear's methodical shaving, leaving behind paths and patches of pink skin that grew bigger and bigger the more that Milo worked. Soon, Malloy's flat belly and slender sides were totally hairless, and Milo shaved up along the boy's sides, stopping just beneath his armpits and creating a harsh border between his back and front with a strip of exposed skin.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

"I mean, it'd be hot to have you all crusty like that, don't get me wrong--you'd be like a living, walking cumrag," Milo pointed out. "I'd be huffing you all the time, getting a good whiff of all that jizz in your fur...but a lot of guys don't wanna fuck a dirty, smelly cumrag. They wanna fuck a nice, clean toy. Sure, it's gonna be a used toy...and I see you getting used a fuckton, kid."

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Milo sheared the fur off of Malloy's chest as he continued speaking; he pushed the clipper up to the boy's collarbone, stopping just at the threshold of his neck. More of the fox's silky, sleek coat fell away, leaving behind smooth, pale pink skin, and Malloy shuddered as the bear dragged the clipper over his nipples, tickling them as he passed the buzzing razor over the fox's sensitive, hard nubs of flesh.

"But it's gonna be easier just to wipe you down and pass you off to the next trucker who's gonna pump you full of cum," Milo continued simply before he moved onto shaving out Malloy's armpits.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Malloy's ears rang with the sound of the clipper mixing with everything that Milo had been saying. His heart was thundering in his chest, both excited and nervous for the life that the bear was preparing him for. His cock still stood stiffly at attention while he continued servicing Milo's foot in his face--the bear had kept his paw planted on top of Malloy's muzzle for the duration of his trim, and Malloy never ceased sniffing, licking, suckling, kissing, and huffing the giant foot that kept him pinned down. He almost couldn't remember the panic or desire to escape he'd felt earlier--the more that Milo shaved him and spoke about what kind of existence he was going to lead, the more that Malloy accepted his new place in life, and he limply allowed Milo to manipulate his arms and hands to shave them clean, too.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

It didn't take long for the bear to strip Malloy's upper limbs of their yellow and white fur, from the boy's shoulders, over his leanly defined biceps and triceps, down his forearms, and all over his mitts, between his fingers, and around the dark pads on his digits and palms. From there, Milo returned to Malloy's clavicle and began trimming up along the boy's neck, shaving the front and sides of his throat clean, all the way to his jawline. Soon, the only fur left on Malloy's body was that on his head and backside, extending from the bottoms of his hamstrings and all the way up to his chin.

"Alright, Mutt, flip over," Milo commanded, lifting his foot at last from Malloy's face.

The fox's flushed mug was damp with sweat, his own spit, and the lingering wad of saliva that Milo had spat onto him earlier; catching his breath, Malloy flopped over onto his side, and then his stomach.

"Oooooh!" he hissed as he felt the smooth vinyl of the cab's floor against his newly-exposed skin.

"Heh, you having a good time, kid?" Milo asked as he planted his foot on the back of Malloy's head now, keeping the fox pinned down once more.

"Mmf! Yes sir!" Malloy mumbled.

"That's a good rig pig. Let's finish getting you cleaned up..."

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Malloy closed his eyes blissfully as the bear shaved off the fur on the backs of his thighs...then on his buttocks. Milo spread the fox's cheeks to shave out in between his taut buns.

"Mmf!" Malloy grunted when Milo slid the buzzing clipper directly over his puckered hole.

Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Milo snickered and kept working, drawing the clipper through nearly every inch of fur that remained on the fox's backside. However, as he moved up along Malloy's body, he circled around the base of the fox's bushy tail, leaving it intact, before he shaved the rest of the boy's back...and up to the base of his skull.

Buzzzz....

At last, Milo shut off the clipper and tossed the used tool back into the footlocker with a clatter.

"Alright, kid, on your back for me again."

Malloy, now shaved totally smooth except for his head and tail, complied; he twisted over to lie on his back for Milo while the bear reached over to the small kitchenette...pulled open the top drawer under the microwave...and withdrew an old, grimy, off-white pill bottle with a faded label. Milo popped open the pill bottle and shook out two small, pink, circular pills into his hand...then paused, thinking...before he shook out an additional two pills. The bear snapped the pill bottle shut and tossed it back into the drawer before he kneeled down over Malloy, straddling the fox's chest. With his free hand, he held Malloy's neck, not tightly enough to choke him, but firmly enough to keep the boy in place.

"Open wide, bitch."

Malloy had no choice; he opened his muzzle, and Milo roughly shoved the handful of pills into his mouth.

"Gluk!" Malloy gagged at the pills brutally thrust towards the back of his throat, but Milo clamped his mouth shut. The burly bear's meaty fingers kept Malloy's mouth closed, and Milo used his thumb to cover the boy's nostrils, preventing him from getting any air.

"Swallow, bitch."

Malloy writhed, trying to resist--he had no clue what kind of drugs Milo was forcing him to take, and he wanted to spit them out, but the bear held him fast...the fox was getting dizzy...and before he knew it, his body reacted naturally. With an audible gulp, the boy dry-swallowed all four of the small pills together.

Milo grinned sadistically and released his hold before he stood up again while the fox gasped for air.

"W-what...what did you just give me?" Malloy rasped.

"Just a little something to make you into a real breeding bitch," Milo replied cryptically. He plucked the pill bottle out of the still-open kitchenette drawer and looked at the label. "You ever heard of Ranistogen?"

Malloy shook his head.

"Heh, you probably wouldn't have--it's made by this guy who supplies exclusively to certain kinds of truck stops, and...oh shit..." Milo trailed off as he read the label further.

"What?"

"Heh, oops...looks like these expired a while back," Milo snickered before he tossed the bottle down to Malloy.

The fox caught the off-white bottle and looked at the expiration date, where he saw that the drugs had expired five months ago.

Malloy's stomach dropped as he picked out some of the words and phrases on the faded, grime-encrusted label: "Fast-acting", "Permanent", "Hormonal Changes", "Recommended dose: 2 pills", "Genetic Mutations"...

"W-what does this shit do?" Malloy whimpered in horror as he stared up at Milo.

"Well, I'm not sure now that it's expired...plus I gave you a double dose," the bear said nonchalantly. "But it's supposed to make boys able to get pregnant, and sometimes changes their species...but we should start seeing what it'll do to you pretty soon..."

"Wh-what do you me--uuugh!" Malloy groaned, cutting off his own question as his stomach cramped powerfully, feeling like it had spontaneously tied itself into a tight knot.

The fox dropped the pill bottle and clutched his belly as he curled in on himself, still laying on the floor; he moaned and did his best to breathe through the searing discomfort that was now spreading out from his stomach and through the rest of his body. Milo, meanwhile, simply stepped over the writhing, mostly-hairless fox--the bear picked up the dropped pill bottle and put it back into the drawer of his kitchenette, then reached down to the bottom cabinet, which he opened to reveal a hidden mini-fridge. Milo calmy pulled out a can of beer before he closed the fridge again, and he cracked open his drink as he casually stepped back over Malloy and sat down easily on his bed. He took a sip as he watched the young fox like he was settling in to watch an episode of his favorite TV show.

"Damn, those went to work even faster than usual," Milo chuckled after another sip of beer. "Guess those pills got stronger after they expired, huh."

Malloy could do nothing but wordlessly moan and mumble through the dull ache that was seeping into his bones...then he arched his back as the ache intensified.

"Uuugh shiiiiit!" Malloy managed to squeal--it was like he was getting stabbed by thousands of tiny pins and needles from head to foot.

"There we go, now it's kicking in for real," Milo observed before taking another sip of his beer.

Flashes of heat rushed through Malloy, and small beads of sweat formed on his now-exposed, pink skin as the Ranistogen went to work on changing his body chemistry, modifying the basic building blocks of his genes. The fox huffed and his insides squirmed--it was like a swarm of boiling, thrashing snakes had suddenly invaded. Malloy squeezed his eyes shut as his nausea grew; he wanted to vomit, but even as he lightly dry-heaved, nothing was coming out except for the sound of his own gagging.

"Heh, let's see what this shit's gonna do to you, Mutt!" Milo said excitedly; his free hand drifted down to his crotch, and he began to lazily stroke his cock as he watched the fox.

Malloy writhed on the floor of the bear's sleeper space, powerless to do anything but ride through the toe-curling, queasy sensations that were taking hold. He began to feel bloated, like someone was pumping fat directly into his body--Malloy still kept his eyes closed in pain, but if he'd opened them, he would have seen that the lean muscles in his arms and legs were softening and disappearing, being hidden under a moderate layer of curvy padding.

His torso, meanwhile, was inflating with more adipose tissue, enough to turn his normally flat stomach into a pleasantly plump paunch, complete with a belly button that grew deeper, from a shallow divot to a well in his navel as his belly expanded outward. More padding bloomed into place within his previously firmer pecs, turning them into hefty, pillowy man boobs--his areolas had swollen to the size of pepperoni slices, and his perky, sensitive nipples were wide and engorged with new fat. Malloy could feel more of his body mass redistributing itself to his hips and ass, giving him distinct love handles and turning his ordinarily taut tush into a pudgy dump truck. His skin tingled all over as it stretched to accommodate his new, significantly thicker and huskier frame.

"Aw, there's some cute little pudge there--gonna be perfect for grabbing onto," Milo snickered deviously, still slowly pumping his hand up and down his member as he watched the fox's transformation.

Over the course of a few minutes, Malloy had morphed from once looking like he ran everywhere and pumped a decent amount of iron for his age to now being 50 pounds overweight and looking like he had never seen the inside of a gym in his entire life.

But the Ranistogen wasn't finished yet. In addition to Malloy's weight gain, the drugs coursing through the fox's system went to work on his hands, feet, tail, and facial features. His hands and feet stayed largely the same in their structure, but the fox grimaced and winced as he felt all of his pads recede into his skin and muscle--the dark beans on his toes, fingers, palms, and soles practically melted away like butter on a pan, fading and merging into his skin's epidermal and dermal layers. The tissue within the pads themselves sank even deeper, down into the subcutaneous fat layer within Malloy's body, and redistributed to make his hands and feet thicker and fleshier, leaving him with soft, vaguely stubby fingers and toes covered in nothing but his pale pink skin.

As for his tail, Malloy's appendage felt like it was getting zapped by lightning; shocks raced along its entire length, making it twitch and shudder vigorously. Malloy was too distracted by the electrical sensation in his tail--and in his spine--to notice that the rest of his fur was falling off of it, adding to the clumps of yellow and white on the floor of Milo's truck.

"Aaaahh!" Malloy gasped and wriggled as it felt like his tail was being squeezed now, compacted tightly; his eyes flew open now and he twisted around on the floor in front of Milo to look behind him, barely registering the additional poundage he had gained all over his body.

Without his bushy fur to cover it anymore, the fox's tail resembled a bony, 26-inch long whip, but it was quickly shortening, receding into Malloy's backside like it was a noodle being slowly slurped up. Most of his caudal vertebrae and tendons closer to his rump were dissolving as they joined his body, while the rest Malloy's more distal bones were shrinking in size and clustering together tightly. A small bulb of fat had formed at the tip of his tail, blunting the tip into a soft bump, and Malloy's tail began to loop on itself like a limp corkscrew as it shrank further and further...until it was merely eight inches in length and stayed curled against his backside...and Malloy realized with a start that he now had a pig's tail.

As his tail had changed, so too had Malloy's head and facial features; it had felt like he'd been wearing a mask made of warm beeswax, constantly on the verge of melting and solidifying. Most of his remaining fur fell off cleanly, leaving his skin completely bare except for a wide strip of short, yellow hair resembling a mohawk. The bones in his cheeks, muzzle, and jaw shifted, shortened, and grew wider, while his teeth rearranged themselves to better suit his mouth's new structure. His ears grew longer and wider, more floppy and fleshy, enough to start folding over themselves; his nostrils widened slightly and began spreading apart from each other as his nose simultaneously fattened up, flared outward, and developed a flat end, all while growing more ovular in shape as it merged with the rest of his snout. Small wrinkles began to appear towards the end of his nose, and Malloy's distinctly vulpine features softened and disappeared as more fat filled in his now-porcine face, giving him a double chin and a pair of cute and especially pinchable cheeks with dimples.

"Heh, now there's that little rig pig!" Milo growled triumphantly, still casually jerking off at the sight of Malloy's transformation.

Malloy sat up as he looked down at himself--the lithe and lean fox was no more. He'd been replaced by a pudgy, pink-skinned pig.

Still, the expired Ranistogen had more to do--the chemicals in the extra-potent drug had corrupted to the point that they were turbocharging Malloy's hormone production, and the pig on the floor groaned and squealed as he felt a sudden flush of heat and a painful cramp in his groin.

"Wh-what...oh fuuuck," Malloy breathed in a mix of horror and twisted glee as he watched and felt the changes taking place between his legs.

"Oh damn, would you look at that!" Milo smirked before taking another sip of his beer.

Malloy's taut, hairless scrotum visibly drew up higher and higher. The skin covering the pale pink, plump pouch was like putty as the boy's sac forced itself into Malloy's groin, spreading and merging with the hide of his inner thighs, taint, and sheath...to the point that the neck of Malloy's scrotum had disappeared and it looked like a small ball of inflated flesh was sitting just under the pig's throbbing cock. Malloy's nuts stung and churned within his sac, and Malloy grunted at the feeling of his nuts being squeezed hard. But the ball of his scrotum compressed itself even more tightly against his body, fusing itself further to his groin...

"Oof!" Malloy gasped as his testicles popped into his pelvis.

He didn't know if his nuts would dissolve inside him or stay hidden within his groin somewhere--all he could see now was his steadily shrinking sac pulling itself flush with the space between his legs...until the skin smoothed out to a flat, seamless patch that never would have even suggested the boy had balls in the first place.

"Heh, good riddance, you won't need those little nuts weighing you down," Milo sneered down at the pig on the floor in front of him.

Malloy was too surprised to reply, and his eyes were glued on his cock; it was as hard as ever, and his arousal had been throbbing throughout his entire transformation. But now he could see that it was shrinking...no, it was the same size, nor was it going flaccid, but it was sinking back into his sheath. His member was stiff as a diving board, but Malloy and Milo both watched, intrigued, as it retreated down into his body, being swallowed up by the thick ring of flesh of his sheath...before going even farther back, into his pelvis. A small bead of pre oozed out of Malloy's urethra as inch after inch of his turgid shaft was swallowed up by his own sheath, and the pig's member twitched with the desperate desire for release as his own body consumed it. It was as if his cock was being sucked down, into himself from the base, and the pressure of his body pressing in on his arousal made Malloy buck his hips involuntarily. It was the strangest sensation Malloy had ever felt, with a creasing ache deep in his groin, but in a way that made him want to experience it even more.

"Oooh fuck, that's hot. Heh, say bye to that little pecker of yours, kid...there it goes!" Milo rumbled, still stroking his own hard cock as he watched Malloy's glans vanish into his sheath.

Malloy groaned as his groin grew even hotter and sweatier while his body began to break down his manhood and reform the internal structures. Externally, however, Malloy and Milo kept watching as the newly-minted pig's now-empty sheath folded in on itself, clamping together and almost collapsing inward. The skin sagged and almost seemed to bubble as it knitted itself together in a few areas, and new ridges began to appear...before Malloy's skin and muscle pushed slightly outward, forming a vertically-oriented orifice that extended farther down towards his taint than his sheath had, and it was surrounded by swollen, pink, glistening skin.

Malloy's freshly-created, meaty outer labia spread subtly as his new body cavity filled the intimate space within with hot, moist folds of flesh that were dripping with his arousal. His wet, delicate inner lips were just barely visible beyond the slender slit in his pubic mound, enticing curious fingers, hungry tongues, and rockhard cocks to rub and penetrate them, and newly-made nerve endings fired off from his clitoris that had formed just above the apex of his inner labia. As for the pig's vagina itself, Malloy could feel a warmth radiating from the tight tunnel now in his pelvis, a lustful quivering that made him feel oddly hungry...that spurred a deep-seated craving to be filled...

Finally, the heat in Malloy's body began to recede, as did the ache that had taken hold of him--the pig felt like the Ranistogen had run its course, and he sighed deeply, catching his breath while Milo ogled him up and down.

"Well, just look at you," Milo chuckled, pleased. His hand kept smoothly pumping along his shaft as he spoke. "Those pills were supposed to just change you into a pig and make you be able to get pregnant, but I guess they went even further and gave you a little extra padding along with a full pussy, huh?"

Malloy looked down at himself, inspecting his new body for a moment while Milo, still jerking off and teasing himself, guzzled the rest of his beer. The bear belched before he tossed the empty can aside and looked appraisingly at the pig again.

"I was gonna pop those nuts off myself and give your little pecker the chop, but guess I don't need to now, seeing as you've got a fresh cunt all ready to use," Milo observed. "Heh, looks like you're gonna be a proper breeding sow...what do you think?"

Malloy was speechless--part of him was simply too astonished for words, too surprised and horrified by what he had become. But a much larger and happier part of him was thrilled. Somehow, this felt right, this felt natural, like he was in the body he was supposed to have been born with at last. No longer was he some scrawny-looking twink of a fox with a nice dick and a taut ass. Now he was a thick, cute little pig with only one purpose in life: getting his pussy pounded and loaded up with more trucker cum than he could imagine.

"You happy being a little cuntboy piglet now?" Milo asked.

Malloy found his voice as he nodded and enthusiastically said the only two words that seemed appropriate at that moment. "Yes sir!"

"Heh, good bitch...I like you better this way, too. Kinda wish you'd kept your cock and balls, would have loved to chop 'em off myself," Milo admitted while still stroking his dick. "There's nothing like taking a boy's manhood with your own two hands...cutting off his little pecker and nuts and watching him realize he's never gonna use them again...I think you'd have been the tenth or eleventh boy I would've emasculated in Big Papa. There was this one wolf I had in here, he came so hard when I cut him, it was like the thought of being a breeding bitch made him want to just cum his balls out for me. Heh, might've been more of a bitch than you, now that I think about it...ah, good times," Milo reminisced before he took a breath and stirred from his reverie. "Alright, kid," the bear began as he finally let go of his dick and leaned forward from his bed; he grabbed one of Malloy's nearby socks that had been laying on the floor since the teen had taken it off last night as he continued, "we still got more work to do."

"What do you--mmf!" Malloy began, but was cut off when Milo roughly stuffed the sock into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm!"

The pig moaned as if he was eating the most heavenly dessert he'd ever tasted in his entire life. Sure, in his previous life as a fox, Malloy had enjoyed occasionally sucking on his socks while jerking off--he couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of musky, sweaty feet and stale socks in general, and when he didn't have any from his friends or Coach Bailey to indulge in, he'd made do with his own. But now, the odors and flavors seeping onto his tongue and soaking into his palate...it was as if after transforming into a pig, his sense of taste had been heightened, making the taste of his unwashed, sweat-encrusted, musky, stinky sock even more deliciously savory.

All other thoughts blew out of his mind, and Malloy could do nothing but submit to the quasi-orgasmic pleasure flooding his senses. He slumped back, laying flat-out on the floor, simply suckling on his sock while he closed his eyes blissfully, and the occasional oink and soft grunt escaped his lips.

"Heh, that's a good little pig, just keep lying back like that while papa bear fixes you up some more," Milo chuckled as he busied himself with the footlocker that had his tools in it.

Leaving the young pig to his own devices for a few moments, the bear pushed his used clipper aside in the footlocker, as well as some of the scissors, a leather apron, and the medical instruments to clear off his compact tattoo machine and ink case. Milo pulled out the two objects and shut the lid of the footlocker so he'd have a flat surface, and he worked on setting up his tattoo machine. It took just a few minutes to assemble the device; Milo's hands worked with well-practiced skill to put together the frame, coils, clamps, and grip, but soon he was sliding the tip into place and setting the Magnum configuration of nine needles into place--he wanted bold, thick lines for what he was about to do.

After setting up his compact case of inks--Milo opened only the pot of black pigment to use--the bear plugged in his machine and flicked the hand switch experimentally.

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The deep, piercing buzz of the tattoo machine was even more resonant than the clipper Milo had used earlier. Satisfied that the device was in working order, the bear grinned deviously as he shut off the tattoo machine for a moment before he looked down at Malloy; the pig hadn't moved a muscle at the sound of the buzzing, he was still on the floor, lost in his sock-induced reverie.

Milo dipped the tip of his tattoo machine into the black ink to load up the reservoir...and then slid off of his mattress to loom over Malloy, straddling the pig. He looked over the youngster's pale pink skin, taking in the whole canvas...there was so much potential here...and then Milo selected his first target: Malloy's lower stomach.

He flicked the hand switch for his tattoo machine again, turning it back on.

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Using his right hand to hold the tattoo machine steady, Milo quickly pinned Malloy to the floor with his left arm, his burly, strong limb pressing down on the boy's chest with the proficiency of a veteran wrestler. Malloy squirmed, not in discomfort, but in delight; he was in such a relaxed and submissive headspace already thanks to the sock in his mouth that it wasn't even really necessary for Milo to hold him down. But feeling the bear's bulky weight pressing against him and his fur rubbing against his bare skin only made Malloy happier to comply with the bear's implied command of keeping still.

"Here we go, kid, let's get you inked up," Milo growled as he lowered the buzzing tattoo machine to his chosen starting point: the space on Malloy's lower right abdomen, just above his hip.

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"Mmmmmmmf!" Malloy's moan was muffled through the sock still in his mouth--the fabric was soaked with his saliva by now, and he lightly chewed on the garment, gumming it and rolling it over on his tongue.

As the tattoo needles rapidly darted back and forth in his skin, Malloy shivered lightly; he could register the sensation as pain, but in the pig's addled little brain, the mild feeling of being stung repeatedly by a cluster of tiny bees was enhanced by an exhilarating surge of euphoria. He curled his toes and arched his back to cope with the thrilling mix of agony and pleasure, but Milo's beefy arm kept him in place while the bear made careful, deliberate passes with his tattoo machine.

Milo drew in thick, artful strokes, keeping his hand steady and his linework even and solid. He occasionally dipped the tip of his tattoo machine back into his black ink pot for more pigment, and every so often he would pick up his discarded shirt and use it to wipe away the small amounts of excess ink he left behind as he tattooed Malloy. The pig's skin took the black ink with no issue, save for some small red trails of irritated tissue from the pounding of the needles.

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The resonant buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the cab, drowning out the sound of passing cars on the highway, although Milo could still make out Malloy's soft grunts and groans of pleasure as the pig obediently lay still for his impromptu tattoo session.

As the bear worked, letters began to take shape. Rather than a calligraphic or sketchy font, Milo was freehanding in a blocky, slab serif font across the pig's lower stomach, placing the letters in an upward arc along Malloy's chubby belly.

Malloy snorted and squirmed lightly under Milo's arm, tickled by the needles that the bear was dragging over his lower stomach, but he didn't move enough to hamper Milo's ability to keep his lines straight and consistent.

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Milo kept his head down, mindful of how he was placing and spacing his lettering, focused on where he was inking, and ensuring that there were no uneven edges or spots where the ink hadn't penetrated. He made more deliberate passes with his tattoo machine, steady and confident in his craft, and pleased with the contrast between the solid black ink and the young pig's pink skin; Milo grinned with the knowledge that it would be decades before Malloy's new tattoos would even start to fade, he was laying in the pigment so thickly.

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It took about 15 minutes for Milo to finish up Malloy's first tattoo, and when the bear was done, he powered down his machine for a moment and sat back to survey his handiwork.

The clearly legible word BITCH was neatly splayed in thick, slab serif letters across Malloy's lower stomach, extending from his right hip to his left. It was as if someone had simply printed the label directly onto the pig's pink skin, Milo had applied the tattoo so cleanly.

The bear lifted his left arm, allowing Malloy to raise his head from the floor.

"What do you think, piggy?" Milo snickered.

Malloy looked down at his stomach, seeing the BITCH label upside down and backwards from his point of view. It was a permanent feature on him now, a tag embedded in his skin, a tattoo he had never considered or asked for, a body modification he hadn't consented to, just like he hadn't asked or consented to being shaved or being turned into a cuntboy pig. And yet...adrenaline and dopamine mixed, and Malloy's heart swelled with pride and joy at the sight of his new ink.

"I love it, papa bear!" Malloy mumbled around the wet sock still in his mouth.

"Yeah you do, kid," Milo smirked. "And what do we say when someone gives us something we love?"

"Heh, thank you, sir," Malloy mumbled meekly.

"Good bitch. Now keep lying back, papa bear's got more ink to give you," Milo instructed.

Malloy happily complied, lowering his head back to the floor while Milo readjusted his position and posture. This time, the bear laid his left arm heavily across the pig's hips, just under the BITCH tattoo.

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"Mmmmf! Hhhhmmmmmm! Oooh!" Malloy squealed and groaned, and his legs trembled as he felt Milo's needles buzzing directly on his groin.

The bear had chosen the smooth space right about the pig's new vulva for his next tattoo. The nerves within the soft, sensitive flesh of Malloy's pubic mound fired in erratic, frenzied bursts, sending conflicting surges of pleasure and pain to his brain. Malloy could feel his pussy throb with need--he wanted...no, needed something, anything inside him, he needed to be bred hard in that moment as Milo was tattooing his pelvis, hovering just out of reach of the tight, hot, wet confines of his pussy. Desperate and horny beyond belief while the vibrating tattoo machine was tickling him and sending him up a wall, Malloy bucked lightly against Milo's arm holding him down, but the bear continued tattooing, intently inking more lettering into the pig's hide.

Milo used the same blocky, slab serif font he had used for the BITCH tattoo, although this time he was inscribing two words and an indicator icon into Malloy's skin, and he had to be more economical with his spacing and sizing now that he was working within a much smaller area. He passed his tattoo machine over the letters he wrote, diligently filling in any lingering empty spaces to make his linework solidly black, and still occasionally refilling his machine's ink reservoir and wiping up any excess ink with his used t-shirt...

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Roughly 30 minutes later, Milo shut off his machine and wiped away the last of the excess ink before he looked over the second tattoo he had given Malloy.

At the top of the pig's pubic mound was the word BREED, evenly spaced and aligned. Beneath it was the word ME, and completing the label was a block arrow pointing down from under the ME and to the top of Malloy's labial opening.

Every line was straight, every corner was sharp, and the quality of the ink was the same as the first tattoo Milo had completed on the pig--it was as if he'd stamped Malloy with the BREED ME label just above his pussy, inviting anyone and everyone to stuff themselves into the teen to use. Satisfied with his work here, Milo moved lower to Malloy's left inner thigh, taking the tattoo machine to the inside of the pig's thick quad muscle.

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Malloy sighed contentedly and relaxed as Milo went to work on his third tattoo--his inner thigh wasn't as torturously sensitive as his groin, and the needles of Milo's tattoo machine repeatedly penetrating his skin felt almost like the bear was using a massage gun on his leg.

This time, Milo oriented the letters he inked vertically to follow along the length of Malloy's thigh. Just like the last two tattoos, he freehanded the same slab serif font, confidently and steadily inking the blocky letters into the pig's skin...until, 20 minutes later, the completed word CUNTBOI had been permanently inscribed on Malloy's thigh.

"Heh, perfect...everyone's gonna know exactly what you are," Milo chuckled satisfactorily as he gazed down at the finished tattoo.

Malloy simply sighed again, happy to be a canvas for the bear.

From the boy's thigh, Milo moved up to Malloy's chest, where he began tattooing across the pig's fattened pectorals. Like he had done on Malloy's lower belly, Milo lettered along an upward arc that stretched from the right edge of the teen's chest to the left.

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"You might think I'm just giving you some tats for fun," Milo said as he finished the word CUMHUNGRY on Malloy's pillowy pecs--the bear placed the tattoo in a way that avoided the boy's engorged nipples. "And yeah, part of it is fun for me; it's pretty hot seeing a pig like you with some ink, and it's even hotter knowing that I'm the one who gave you that ink. But having tattoos like these is actually gonna help you, kid--they're gonna show everyone that you're just a toy that they can use. And you're gonna live a lot longer and a lot better as a toy than you would as just a fox boy."

Malloy nodded agreeably, accepting what Milo said as gospel. When he'd first gotten on the road, he had no clue what he was going to do with his life--he'd just been in survival mode. And when Milo had asked him what he wanted, Malloy had said that he wished for the freedom to live however he liked...but on a deep, subconscious level that Malloy hadn't actively considered before, his wish meant that he had been asking for the freedom to be a massive slut for all the burly, rough, greasy, and sleazy truckers on the road. And Milo was helping him become the dirty little bitch he was destined to be.

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"Everyone is gonna know that you're a rig pig, that you were born to be one. And you know it's your purpose in life...what were you gonna do, get an office job? Uh-uh, that's not for you. You were meant to be on the road--but if you and I hadn't met, you'd on your way to having a short, pointless life, just wandering around. Living as a toy for truckers is gonna be a way better time for you. Yeah, you're gonna get fed a ton of dick and probably get knocked up a lot by all those horny men, but they'll take care of you while you're riding with 'em," Milo went on. By now, he had moved down to Malloy's lower chest, and had completed the W and H of the word WHORE. "You're gonna get passed around a lot, but this way you're gonna see plenty of the country and spend a lot of time on the road, just like you wanted. All you have to do is be a good bitch for my trucker buddies to breed whenever and wherever they want."

Malloy nodded enthusiastically, excited by the life that was in store for him.

"That what you want, bitch?" Milo rumbled, still focusing on the tattoo that he was applying to Malloy's skin.

"Mmhmm!" Malloy grunted through the sock still in his mouth.

"Good bitch...I knew you'd be happy if I helped you become the filthy little slut you were born to be."

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Milo and Malloy lapsed into silence, save for the intermittent moan from Malloy or the occasional hummed tune from Milo as he continued tattooing the pig on the floor. Minutes dragged on and on, turning into hours while the bear's tattoo gun droned and buzzed as it deposited more ink into the pig's skin. Every so often, Milo would adjust his position to add a tag to a new spot on Malloy's body, and eventually he ordered the pig to flip over so he could tattoo the boy's backside. Malloy's skin tingled pleasurably wherever Milo tattooed him, and the pig's perverted glee was only enhanced by the fact that the bear was taking the time to mark him so intently, so carefully, to ensure that every profanity and derogatory word permanently inscribed on him was crisply, clearly legible. Milo used the same slab serif lettering for every label he wrote on Malloy, the same black ink, the same methodically straight lines and solid, clean, stamp-like style...and eventually, Milo powered down his tattoo machine for the last time.

In addition to the BITCH on Malloy's lower stomach, the BREED ME above his labia, the CUNTBOI on his left inner thigh, and the CUMHUNGRY WHORE on his chest, Milo had given the 18-year-old pig another nine tattoos, for a total of 13 permanent pieces of ink.

On Malloy's collarbone was the phrase FEED ME, with an upward pointing arrow tattooed directly on his throat, pointing towards his mouth.

On his right bicep was a HUNGRY HOG label.

On his left bicep, Milo had tattooed RIG PIG.

The word SLUT had been tattooed on Malloy's right ass cheek, while his left cheek had been adorned with CUMDUMP. Above the base of Malloy's tail curled pig tail, Milo had had given the boy a tramp stamp that read TUG ME, while in between his thick ass cheeks, the bear had skillfully tattooed two words: FUCK TOY. Milo had completed that particular tat with an arrow pointing down along the cleft of Malloy's ass, with its point stopping just above the wrinkled rim of the pig's puckered hole.

On Malloy's upper back, extending across his shoulder blades was the phrase FREE TO USE.

And the final tattoo that Milo had given Malloy was on his left outer thigh, just below his hip: a simple bear paw, completely shaded in with black ink, save for a negative space M in the center of the large palm pad--the bear's personal signature, effectively branding the teenage pig as his property.

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Milo stood over the pig on the floor, leering down at Malloy as he shut off his tattoo machine for the last time.

"Now there's some good ink," the bear chuckled proudly. He began disassembling the device once more, stowing the components in their carrying case, but Milo paused every few moments to admire his craftsmanship. "Fuck, you look just about perfect, kid...left you some room for more tats later down the line, but I think my buddies on the road are gonna love what you've got now."

Malloy had rolled onto his back once more, lightly panting--he was wiped from the exhilarating thrill of receiving his tattoos as if he'd just gotten off of a hair-raising rollercoaster. Adrenaline and dopamine had flooded the boy's system throughout the extended inking session, and Malloy now felt like he was in a fog, too stunned and sluggish to do anything except lie still and suckle on the sock still in his muzzle.

But Milo wasn't done with Malloy yet.

When the bear finished packing away his whole tattoo kit, Milo placed it back in the footlocker where he'd stored it before...and then began taking out a pair of forceps, a pack of long and thick needles, a pair of pliers, a cork, and a small, black drawstring pouch. As Milo picked up the pouch, Malloy could hear the soft tinkling of metal against metal from within it, as if there were a dozen scraps of steel inside.

"Think we're almost done with you, bitch," Milo said as he closed the lid of the footlocker again to give himself a flat work surface. He laid out his supplies neatly on the lid--after opening the drawstring bag, he tipped its contents out in his palm and picked out his desired accessories. He dropped the remainder back in the pouch, and then Milo laid out his selection of stainless steel body jewelry next to the piercing needles, pliers, cork, and forceps: Three straight barbells, a thick hoop ring that had been twisted open, a segment of thin, industrial-looking chain that was 15 links long, and a captive bead ring.

"Just gotta give you some jewelry to make you pretty," Milo continued as he now kneeled over Malloy once more, straddling the pig between his thighs.

The bear's plump, furred testicles weighed heavily on Malloy's lower abdomen, and Milo's girthy, stiff cock rested solidly on top of the pig's plump stomach; the nerve-tingling skin-to-skin contact prompted a fresh wave of heat within the boy's pussy, and Malloy quivered with arousal, desperate to have Milo's manhood filling him.

Milo, however, disregarded the boy's lustful squirming, and grabbed the pair of forceps and a piercing needle from his improvised table. His tools in hand, Milo leaned forward, reaching for Malloy's muzzle.

"Keep that sock in your mouth, but open up, kid," Milo instructed, holding the forceps handles to spread the blades apart.

Still in a daze from receiving his ink, and now weak and aching with need for the burly man sitting on top of him, Malloy couldn't even think of resisting, couldn't even think of disobeying. The pig compliantly opened his muzzle, holding his sweat and saliva-soaked sock in place.

With an adroitness and speed that could only have been the product of years of practice, Milo reached into Malloy's open mouth and quickly caught the tip of the pig's tongue with his forceps; gripping tightly with the forceps, he pulled, extending the wet, floppy muscle to its full length. Malloy didn't fight or fuss--he grunted, but all he could do was lie there, limp and panting, and watch as Milo approached his tongue with the piercing needle...

"And here..."

Milo chose his target: dead center in the midline of Malloy's tongue, closer to the tip.

"We..."

The bear lowered the needle steadily, the sharp steel tip millimeters away from the soft flesh clamped between the forceps.

"Go!"

"Guuuuuuh..." Malloy exhaled as he felt the pleasurable sting of the needle piercing his tongue--he didn't know if he was too tired to fully register the pain, too numb to the sensation after 13 tattoos in one sitting, or if the Ranistogen he'd been force-fed had somehow messed with his brain's perception of pain, but at that point all that mattered to the pig was the jolt of electrifying bliss of the cold, hard, steel shaft penetrating his flesh and muscle, all the way through from the dorsal side to the ventral side of his tongue.

"Heh, good piggy," Milo snickered as he let go of the needle, leaving it in place to stick out of Malloy's tongue.

With his left hand still holding the forceps, Milo reached over with his right and plucked one of the straight barbells from the lid of the footlocker. He dexterously twisted off one of the ball-shaped ends between his thick fingers and brought the piece of jewelry over to the piercing site. Malloy held still as Milo worked, feeling the bear push the solid shaft of the barbell against the piercing needle...and through the newly-made hole in his tongue. Milo removed the needle and stuck the sharp end into the cork he'd laid on the footlocker; with a few quick twists, he then secured the loose ball of the barbell in place, leaving Malloy with a fresh tongue piercing as he released his grip with the forceps.

"Mm, now ain't that pretty...and that's gonna feel amazing for my buddies when you're polishing their dicks," Milo noted smugly. "You like having that tongue stud?"

Malloy nodded, smiling dopily as he retracted his tongue and experimentally ran it along the roof of his mouth--it wouldn't take him long at all to get used to the hard steel in his soft flesh, it already felt like it was supposed to be there. "Uh-huh!"

The bear smirked and patted Malloy's plump cheek with his free hand. "Good bitch...alright, we got some more to do."

Before Malloy could react, Milo reached up the forceps again, this time darting into the pig's nostrils--the forceps clamped tightly on Malloy's septum, and Milo used his grip to tilt the boy's head back slightly for the optimal angle of attack. After checking his placement, the bear picked up a fresh piercing needle and threaded it into the pig's left nostril.

"Nice and fast with this one," Milo growled...before he pushed the needle hard.

"Heeeeeee!" Malloy squealed as the bear pierced his septum; while the puncture in his tongue had been pure euphoria, a momentary twinge of pain seared through the pig's entire face...but it quickly tapered off into a dull throb of pleasure, enough to make the pig soon forget the temporary agony. "Haaaaaaa," he sighed, content.

"Heh, easy enough," the bear remarked playfully.

Milo left the needle in Malloy's nose to pick up the next piece of body jewelry he had prepared: the thick, open hoop ring. Following the same process as the tongue piercing, the bear pressed one of the ends of the twisted ring against the needle in Malloy's septum, and pushed to replace the needle with the open hoop. Milo released his hold on the pig's nose with his forceps and stuck the used needle into the cork on the footlocker lid. He then exchanged the forceps for the pilers, and he also picked up the segment of thin industrial chain; he hooked one of the end links of the chain onto the hoop sticking through Malloy's septum, and then used the pliers to twist and press the circlet of steel closed, making it into a seamless hoop nose ring with the chain hanging down from the pig's snout.

Malloy wiggled his nose, testing out the feeling of having a new septum piercing, and he grinned at the weight that had been added to his snout. The ring itself already felt natural to him, as if he had been born to have one, and he loved the chain that Milo had added--he could already envision the potential for getting his snout yanked up high as someone was stuffing his chubby ass or plowing his meaty pussy. If he'd been standing, the chain would have been long enough to reach the middle of his sternum, but as he was lying on his back, the steel links trailed down along his neck and spilled onto the floor.

Milo was already gearing up for the pig's next piercings--it took only a matter of seconds for the bear to have Malloy's left nipple clamped between his forceps and a needle positioned right next to the swollen, sensitive nub of flesh and fat. The bear pushed with the tip of his finger...and Malloy grunted softly, feeling nothing but pleasure as the sharp steel sank into his nipple...easily sheared through the tissue within...and poked out of the other side of the perky nub. Milo repeated the process with Malloy's right nipple, proficiently piercing it with a fresh needle, and after a few more moments of quick work, the pig's erect, dark pink nips had been adorned with a pair of straight, stainless steel barbells.

"Mmm, just look at those cute little tits," Milo growled, roughly groping Malloy's left pectoral--he squeezed the pillowy, fleshy mound before he let go and flicked the pig's nipple with his finger.

"Hhhhmm!" Malloy groaned at Milo's thick, strong fingers teasing one of his sensitive erogenous zones.

"Guys are gonna have a lot of fun making you squeal with those," the bear chuckled, flicking Malloy's right nipple to prompt another shudder and groan from the pig. "Heh, but I think you're really gonna love this last little number I've got for you."

Milo scooted down along Malloy's body, positioning himself and spreading Malloy's legs so he now had easy access to the pig's groin. The bear kneeled down, his face close to the vertical opening of Malloy's labia, and he used his fingers to spread the fleshy lips apart and reveal the delicate, moist folds of flesh within.

"Huuungh," Malloy moaned through the sock in his mouth at the simple digital stimulation of Milo opening his pussy.

"Mmm, now there's a tight little cunt, perfect for breeding and pumping plenty of big, strong cubs into," Milo mused. He snickered before he leaned in and...

Slurrrrrp!

"Uungh!" Malloy jolted and quivered at the bear's broad tongue roughly dragging over his vagina, all the way up to his throbbing clit.

"Heh, tasty, too," Milo smirked as he licked his lips. "Just need to give it a little extra something..."

The bear trailed off as he went to work; he picked up his forceps and, still using his fingers to keep Malloy's labia open, he gripped the pig's clitoris with the end of the device. Malloy shuddered, his nerves alight at the sensation of cold, unforgiving steel clamped around the tender bulb of flesh, but he spread his legs wider, wanting more...

"Now, be a good bitch and hold still," Milo said as he took up his final piercing needle and positioned the sharp tip against his target. "This'll only hurt for a second..."

"Huuuuuuuuuungh!" Malloy groaned as the bear pushed the needle in, piercing the engorged pearl of his clitoris. The pig bit down on the sock in his mouth, and he huffed and snorted as the razor-sharp steel punctured the bundle of tender tissues and nerves. Malloy kept his legs still for the bear, but he arched his back, overwhelmed not by pain, but by sheer, mind-altering pleasure.

"That's it, kid...that fat clitty is gonna look sweet with a ring in it...give those guys on the road something to tug on to make a cute pig like you squeal loud," Milo chuckled with sadistic glee as he continued pushing the needle through Malloy's clitoris.

He kept his aim steady and true, going perfectly horizontal through the pig's flesh...until the tip of the needle cleanly broke through the other side, creating a complete tunnel for Milo to thread with the final piece of body jewelry he had prepared for Malloy. Milo let go of the needle, leaving it pierced through the pig's enlarged, glistening clit, so he could grab the captive bead ring that was waiting for him. Malloy could only lie there, almost catatonic with euphoric bliss, as Milo worked; in a few moments, the bear had popped out the bead, replaced the needle in Malloy's flesh with the open, thick-gauged ring, and popped the bead back into place, locking the newest piercing into the boy's clitoris.

Malloy huffed hard; the sensation of having a fresh piercing in a clitoris that hadn't been a part of his body until mere hours ago was quasi-orgasmic. The wet folds of his pussy glinted with the sheen of sticky, slimy arousal fluid, which was already starting to leak from his labia and down to his taint.

"Mmmm, there we go," Milo growled approvingly. Once he had set his used piercing tools to the side, the bear used a finger to tug on the ring he had just affixed to Malloy's clitoris.

"Ungh-huuungh!" Malloy squealed and flinched at the sudden burst of pleasure that hit him like a taser.

"Hehe, yeah, I think the little rig pig likes it," Milo smirked. He yanked a few more times, prompting additional squeals from the pig on the floor and even more fluid to well up from his vagina, before he let go of Malloy's clitoral ring...and helped the boy to sit up.

No, not just sit up.

"Alright, up you get, kid," Milo grunted as he picked Malloy up off the floor completely and hauled the young hog to the front of the cab--through the windshield, Malloy could see that Big Papa had been parked behind a rest stop.

Malloy couldn't do much more besides just let the burly bear carry him like a rag doll; as doughy and heavy as the pig was now, Milo still lugged him along easily. In a moment, and with a satisfied groan, Milo had settled into the driver's seat, with Malloy facing him and sitting astride his lap. Milo's cock poked up from his groin between them and the underside of his bulging shaft pressed against the meaty padding of Malloy's vulva, teasing the lips of the pig's labia with hot, throbbing flesh. Malloy quivered as he sat face-to-face with the bear--he had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen next.

"Now this is the way it should be--I've got my truck, and I've got my fat little rig pig to keep me company," Milo growled as he reached up and dragged the well-used sock out of Malloy's snout.

The pig let go of the sopping garment, and Milo tossed it aside, where it landed wetly on the floor with a soft thwuck. His mouth now open and unoccupied, Malloy lightly panted with need and grinned almost deliriously.

"Heh, thanks for making me into a rig pig, Daddy," the teen grunted.

"My pleasure, kid--I love helping boys like you become the slutty little whores you were meant to be," Milo snickered, indulgently squeezing and kneading Malloy's spread thighs. "Just had to help bring that inner rig pig out of you...nobody would even guess you were a pretty fox on the outside before...now everyone's gonna want a piece of you."

"Including you?" Malloy asked suggestively.

"Heh, especially me...and you know what? Fresh cuntboy like you, I'm gonna need to pop your cherry," Milo began as he used his hands to now lift Malloy up...and up...

Malloy obligingly shifted his legs into a squat position, perching his feet on the edges of Milo's seat and against the bear's thighs; the boy rose up as Milo lifted him enough to hold Malloy's groin directly over the tip of his pulsating cock. The bear's broad, thick glans pressed against the pig's labia, seeking to penetrate the soft, squishy gates that were already wet with desire.

"And let's take that new pussy for a test drive, huh?" Milo continued...before he pulled Malloy down onto his length.

"Uuungh fuuuuuck, papa bear," Malloy groaned and tilted his head back as Milo's long, fat member smoothly penetrated his labial lips and surged upward into his vagina as he sank down. The pig's clitoral ring hung low enough to rub against Milo's cock as the bear entered him, and Malloy shuddered at the subtle, teasing vibrations that transferred into his clitoris.

"Ooooh man, that's niiiice," Milo hissed, pulling Malloy down...and down...until the pig's groin met his own.

Malloy panted, feeling so deliciously full of thick ursine meat lodged inside the narrow tunnel of his cunt. The girthy, turgid shaft bulged inside of him, a thick pole impaling him and pressing on all the right spots--his mind clouded by hazy lust, the pig felt like he'd been spread open to his limit, but he craved even more.

"Heh, think you've still got a little bit of fox left in you," Milo grunted. He flexed his cock within Malloy, eliciting a soft oink from the boy. "Just tight enough, but perfectly stretchy...you had no problem taking that big bear cock, did you?"

"Uh-uh...it's so big...and fucking perfect," Malloy sighed happily.

"Damn right. Fuck, it feels good being inside you, kid. And a hungry cunt like yours is gonna take anything and everything it's given," Milo growled assertively. He smirked deviously--even though Malloy still couldn't see his eyes thanks to the red baseball cap that Milo wore, the young pig could imagine a sadistic twinkle in the older bear's gaze. "Heh, no sense starting slow, then--gonna smash you hard, Mutt."

Before the lust-addled pig could fully process what Milo had said, the bear gripped Malloy's soft sides tightly with his massive paws...and started quickly lifting him up and pulling him down along his length.

"Oooh fuck!" Malloy squealed at the sudden, primal surge, and he held onto Milo's broad, muscled shoulders for support.

"Heh, yeah, fuckin' take it, slut!" Milo snarled as he pumped Malloy up and down like the pig was an oversized fleshlight. The bear roughly bucked his hips up against the pig's pelvis, ramming his cock into Malloy's pussy.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Malloy grunted with every thrust as he rode Milo--the bear's cock pistoned in-out-in-out-in-out like a turbo-charged engine that had gone from 0 - 60 in under a second.

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap!

The smacks of Milo's groin impacting against Malloy's fleshy pubic mound almost drowned out the squeaks and creaks of the driver's seat as the burly bear's mountainous frame vigorously rocked back and forth in time with his upward humping into the pig.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

"Fuck yeah, boy...gonna breed you good..."

Milo gripped Malloy's sides tightly--his bulky biceps flexed and swelled as he rapidly lifted the boy up and pulled him down, and his chest and belly heaved with the effort of manhandling the teen. Meanwhile, still squatting over Milo's lap, Malloy quickly pumped with his legs as the bear jerked his whole body up and down, energetically fucking himself on Milo. Malloy's knees ached from being bent at such sharp angles and his thighs soon began to burn from the repeated motion, but he kept going, consumed with desire as he ground against the older man while Milo violently rammed his cock home into Malloy's pussy. The bear hilted himself every time he speared up into the pig, stuffing his cock balls-deep into the boy's tight, wet, slick, confines; Milo grunted and huffed as the perfect folds, contours, and bumps of the textured tunnel accepted him, wrapped snugly around his cock, and convulsed around his girthy shaft in an instinctive milking motion.

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap!

The bear in the driver's seat was merciless, brutally fucking the pig who rode him. Minutes dragged on with Malloy taking the full brunt of Milo's libido, and the boy cried out and squealed with pleasure, not caring who might hear him. If he had taken even a glance through the windows or the windshield, he would have seen a couple truckers walking to their rigs that they had parked next to Big Papa...but the pig remained facing forward, alternating between closing his eyes in bliss and gazing at Milo adoringly.

"Ungh! Ungh! Oooh shiiiit, papa bear..." Malloy grunted, breathless. His head lolled back and rocked with the persistent up-down-up-down-up-down movement of his entire body. His pussy swelled with the full mass of Milo's cock as the bear thrust into him, and the sensation made Malloy hunger for even more...he was nothing more than a hole for the burly trucker to fill and breed, nothing more than a slut to pump full of cum...this was his life now, thanks to Milo...and it was all that Malloy had ever truly wanted to be.

"Grrrrr...take it all, bitch," Milo growled. "Take that big bear dick...that's a real man's dick fucking you...opening that tight little cunt wide..."

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap!

Milo fucked furiously, humping up into the pig like his life depended on it. He pumped fast and hard enough to make his seat shake and to make the collection of wooden tokens hanging from his rearview mirror gently sway back and forth. His bulging cock spread Malloy's labia wide, slickly forcing the slimy and slippery folds apart as he impaled the boy on his throbbing arousal with a wet shlik-shlik-shlik-shlik...

Malloy couldn't stop grunting in pleasure as his body heaved up and down along Milo's length. He could feel the crescendo of his orgasm approaching with every thrust, every grind, and pump, every inch of Milo's fat cock that filled him and rubbed against his clitoral ring...

As for Malloy's other piercings, the chain attached to his nose ring swung back and forth against his chest while the barbells in his nipples jiggled heavily as his plump pecs shook from the force of Milo's rough fucking. The pig's pudgy belly, meanwhile, rubbed against Milo's own keg-like stomach, the bear's fur gliding against Malloy's smooth, tattooed skin, and Malloy's engorged gut bounced and rippled frenetically as Milo jerked him up and down.

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap!

"Fuuuck me, Daddy!" Malloy moaned desperately, a bitch in heat.

"Mm! Mm! Mm! Yeeeah...fuckin' take it, kid! Hufff...heh, you happy--nf!--being Daddy's breeding bitch?" Milo grunted while he continued plowing the pig zealously.

"Aah! Haah! Oooh, yes sir!"

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap!

Milo was going at full tilt, showing no signs of stopping--if anything, his humping began to get more frantic, more intense. He fucked the 18-year-old like a man possessed, horny beyond belief and needing to sow his oats in the youngster more than anything else in the world. He pushed his back against his seatback and his hips gyrated even faster, pounding harder against Malloy's pelvis. "Hhrrrr...fuckin' thank me, kid...fuck...thank me...for turning you into one!"

Malloy tossed his head back in exhilaration as Milo kept fucking him for all he was worth. "Ungh! Huuungh...holy shit...th-thank you, Daddy--huufff--for making...into your...breeding bitch!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Milo slammed Malloy down onto himself like a power hammer in a forge, with more force and ferocity than before.

"Atta. Boy! Huffff...gonna...give you...lots of...fuckin' sons...hoo shit, you're getting me close, kid," Milo grunted out through clenched teeth.

"Huunngh...uungh...cum in me, Daddy...breed me...fill me," Malloy panted pleadingly.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"That's the...plan, Mutt!" Milo snarled like a rabid animal, his voice guttural and primal. "Uuungh fffffuuuuck! Who's a good slut?!"

"I...I am!" Malloy gasped. He trembled from head to foot as the pressure within him grew. He was so close to his climax, and Milo was going so quickly, so passionately, Malloy could tell that neither of them were going to last much longer.

"Who's gonna get bred?!"

"I am!"

"Who's gonna get Daddy's cum?"

"M-me! Pleeease Daddy!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Yeah you are, bitch!" Milo growled, before his balls drew up tight, and...

"FUUUUUCK!" The bear roared as he slammed Malloy down onto his lap one last time.

"Uuunnngh!" Malloy moaned and spasmed as the cock deep inside him fired pulse after pulse of hot, fresh, thick bear seed.

The boy's orgasm made him convulse in throes of ecstasy, and Malloy's mind went blissfully blank, overwhelmed by the pleasure wracking his body. As for Milo, even though he held Malloy down and was cumming into the pig, his hips continued bucking as if on autopilot...and more and more cum jetted out of Milo's cock, filling Malloy's insides to the point that musky seed overflowed and dribbled out of the pig's labia and down the bear's balls.

"Uuuugh fuck yes...there's a good slut, take it all," Milo rumbled.

"Huuuh...huuuh fuck...oh shit," Malloy panted--he felt like his insides were inflating with each spurt of thick spooge that the bear injected deep into his pussy.

Malloy rocked back and forth with Milo's continued humping, and he could still feel the bear's cock pumping him full of more seed even as he came down from his own climax. A minute passed, and still Milo's balls were unloading, still Milo's hips were bucking, still Milo's cock was firing pulse upon pulse of thick, ropey cum into Malloy...

"Uugh...damn...how are...you not...done yet, papa bear?" Malloy gasped, still catching his breath while the bear continued filling him--by this point, globs of sludgy, gooey cum had dribbled down from Milo's balls to his seat and spilled onto the floor of the cab.

Milo, however, smirked and lifted his right hand from the pig's side...to grab the chain hanging from Malloy's snout. The bear tugged firmly, yanking Malloy's face close to his own. "I'm done when I say I'm done, little slut," he growled dangerously.

"Heh...yes, sir!"

"Atta boy...fuck, that pussy's good," Milo huffed as he kept dumping wad after wad of cum into Malloy. "Definitely gonna keep you around for a while; it's always nice to have a personal toy on the road...you're gonna be a great little rig pig."

---

Six weeks had passed since Malloy's transformation, and now here he was hanging out in another Jarvis Convenience travel plaza. This time, however, he was on highway 45, 60 miles outside of Wakeman Hill, and the pig was on his knees, sitting at the ready on the tiled floor in one of the extra-large men's shower stalls for truck drivers.

He was buck naked, save for his tattoos, his piercings, and two other accessories: One of them was a heavy-duty manacle around his right ankle that had been chained and padlocked to the safety grab bar mounted to the tiled wall of the shower stall--the padlock key hung from another grab bar on the far side of the stall, out of reach for Malloy, but easily accessible for anyone who entered the stall and wanted to take the altered boy with them.

The other accessory he wore was an old, musky-smelling, black and yellow neoprene pup hood that Milo had roughly yanked onto him before bringing him into the shower stall. The black neoprene of the hood still glinted dully under the bright overhead lights, but hundreds of faded, translucent splatters showed that it had been painted liberally with cum over the course of years, and the yellow muzzle was dark and dripping with piss.

More urine was puddled around Malloy, and droplets rolled on his skin, down along the smooth, soft curves and contours of his doughy body. The piss had long since cooled, but Malloy made no move to wipe the lingering droplets off of himself or to get out of the puddle he was kneeling in; he could still remember how wonderfully warm it had been when Milo had showered him in it, forcefully hosing him down from head to toe, ensuring that the thirsty pig caught plenty in his mouth before drenching him even further with his final parting gift.

Malloy had ridden with Milo all the way to Liboro, where the bear had completed the route and contract he'd been working when the two of them first met at the Jarvis Convenience plaza between Havelock and Newport. From there, Milo had driven with Malloy on routes to Saint Themas, Fulton, Olympia, Stony Brook, Dryburgh, and Idalia, criss-crossing the country from coast to coast, from north to south, and everywhere in between. Over the six weeks that had passed along the way, the bear had taken full advantage of having his own rig pig.

He had fucked Malloy every chance he got, breeding him repeatedly and using his own sloppy seconds before eating out the gooey, sloppy creampies he left in the pig's pussy.

He had made Malloy sit for hours on end with his oversized gear shift stick up his ass, stretching out his guts and teaching the boy how to shift gears for him while on the road--it didn't take long for Malloy to learn how to push the shifter with his backside in seamless coordination with Milo putting his foot on the clutch.

He had forced the boy to give him road head day in and day out--Malloy's mornings started with the bear's cock in his mouth and his nights ended with a fresh load of semen filling his belly.

He had strapped the hog naked to the hood of Big Papa and driven down the highway with the boy adorning his rig like a depraved hood ornament.

He had made Malloy lick and worship his feet more times than the pig could count.

He had proudly pissed all over Malloy and made the boy drink his urine straight from the tap whenever he needed a restroom break.

He had trained Malloy to crave his cock, to beg for the opportunity to worship and slurp on his balls, to plead for the chance to be under his feet, to ask the bear to whip him and tug on his piercings, to enjoy whatever torture Milo visited upon him...

Until Milo had eventually said, "You know what, kid? I think it's time I turned you loose and let you have some fun with my buddies."

The bear had pulled Big Papa into a parking space in the back lot of the Jarvis Convenience plaza and had pulled Malloy into the sleeper space of his cab one last time.

"I've got just the thing to make you really look like a bitch in heat," Milo had growled before he pulled the old, cum-stained pup hood out of one of his footlockers and tugged it onto Malloy's head.

Almost immediately, the pig had felt even more submissive than before--he wanted to be a good bitch, a good boy for all of Milo's trucker friends to enjoy breeding...

After grabbing the manacle, chain, and padlock, Milo had dragged him roughly from Big Papa, leaving the boy's backpack behind in the cab; Malloy now had nothing at all except for the skin on his back and the accessories that Milo had bestowed upon him. But he knew that he would be alright--the bear had told him that he would be taken care of, that he would have a good life as a toy, a much better life than he would have had as a boy.

Malloy had believed that when Milo had told him so while transforming him into a rig pig.

He believed it while Milo had pissed all over him, growling, "Just gotta mark you up so you always remember you were mine first, Mutt."

And Malloy believed it when Milo had told him, "Now, be a good breeding bitch for Papa Bear's buddies--they're gonna take good care of you as long as you're obedient for 'em. I'm gonna let 'em know there's some fresh meat waiting here for 'em, and they're all gonna be on their way to breed you after being pent up and on the road for long."

Milo had left him behind, and Malloy had waited patiently, his curly tail wagging slowly as the hours passed, his eyes on the door expectantly...and now...

Heavy footsteps padded outside of the shower stall, drawing closer...and closer...

Malloy's eyes widened and his heart thumped excitedly as the stall door opened...and there in the doorway stood a tall skunk with a particularly husky frame. He was totally nude, his thick, semi-erect cock already spilling halfway out of his sheath, and the skunk carried a towel over his shoulder and a toiletry bag in his hand.

He grinned widely as soon as he laid eyes on the chained pig in the pup hood.

"Mmm, well hello, bitch," the skunk chuckled, stepping into the stall and letting the door swing shut behind him. "Heh, Southpaw was right, you're a cute little piece of ass...gonna have fun breeding you."

Malloy squirmed eagerly--he didn't need anything else in his life, he was simply a happy rig pig with a new trucker to please.