This truck stop / travel center was slightly out of the way. It wasn’t near any other buildings or businesses. It’s a place travelers and truck drivers stopped if they were using this old 2-lane highway for their trip. Like most of these, it had a larger selection of ways to spend money. More snacks, more food, more drinks, more trinkets. I told myself that I went there to kill several birds. I could get gas, buy some water, get a new cup holder for the car, and eat. Subconsciously, there was a deeper explanation of why I stumbled into this place. It increased the odds of finding what I wanted. I sauntered around aimlessly. Switching to a more purposeful look whenever the cashier happened to glance over. I walked aisle by aisle, looking at random items. Picking things up and putting them down. Slowly making my way around the store. I wasn’t completely stealthy as my cowboy boots could be heard clicking against the tile floor. The snip toe and heel aren’t as popular with men but I love them. They were broken in and fit snug around my feet and calfs. Decided to take them for a spin with slim fitting jeans that day.

I found my way back to the aisle with the drink coolers. Five coolers for your normal variety of beverages and a larger entrance into the walk-in beer cooler. This aisle was in the back corner of the store and a dead end. The beer cooler was an unexplored area so I decided to check it out. As I grabbed the handle, I catch a glimpse of a large figure walking in my direction towards the coolers. I proceed inside and slowly walked through the beer aisles. As I get to the end, I heard the door open. In walks a large man. And I do mean a Man. I’d say he was in his late 40’s. He was about 6’4, I’d give him a stocky 260 lbs. He had long reddish brown hair that fell like a rushing waterfall over his large shoulders. His full beard matched the color of his hair, about 2 inches all the way around. He wore a short sleeve, blue button up work shirt (Maybe Dickies brand) that exposed his solid arms. Full sleeves of traditional ink popped from his large forearms and stopped before massive hands. His dark blue jeans were not too tight but just snug enough to reveal his powerful thighs and calfs. He did not skip leg day. And the kicker (literally) was what was on his feet. He wore beautiful snake skin cowboy boots. Deep brown snake pattern on the bottom and some sort of winged pattern from the exposed part of the shafts. The door shut with an appropriately powerful thud behind him. He proceeded to lumber through the beer aisles. I stood at the end, inexplicably unable to move. My feet stuck in cement as he approached. I wanted to appear to price beer and not look awkward, but that wasn’t an option. He walked up and stood square in front of me, looming large. His eyes crawled from my head to my feet, giving a slight smirk of admiration to my boots. I stood with my back towards the wall and my hands slowly sliding down my thighs for some reason. I was cornered. He owned all the space behind him and I wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it. As his eyes gave a piercing squint he said, “let me get behind you.” For a fleeting moment, I allowed my imagination to explore what he meant. Then reality snapped me out of it. “You wh…oh sure. Sorry.” I stepped to the side as he reached and grabbed a case of beer from the wall. I couldn’t be bothered to care what brand. As he stepped back with his beer, I stepped back into my imaginary cage. Hopelessly subdued. Awaiting his next move. He stared at me with a look of triumph, gave a subtle wink, and motioned with his head to come along. A jolt of excitement and anticipation shot through my body, coursed through my neck down my torso, through my legs and feet, before bouncing back up and settling in my crouch. He turned with his beer and walked out of the cooler.

I waited a moment to allow myself to cool off and give a proper amount of time to be inconspicuous. I walked out anxiously and gathered myself. I walked over to the candy aisle and glanced over as my new captor checked out with the cashier. Physically I was free but mentally I was tied up. Pulled in by an invisible tractor beam, squirming in a net that I gladly fell into. He had me. I watched as he walked out of the store. He strode towards a large, red semi truck without a trailer parked in the truck lot under some trees on the side. He opened the door and climbed in, giving a look back the store before entering. That was my cue. I grabbed a bag of Haribo gummies and a snickers, paid and walked out.

I walked towards the red semi, pulled by a leash of irresistible magnetism. I could see my car out of the corner of my eye, but it held no influence over my path. I arrived at the door, a swirling mix of nervousness and excitement. I considered knocking before hearing the door click. The door swung open and there was the man, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. Though I was skeptical of his surprised expression. He knew I was ensnared. He motioned me to come up and stepped back in. I pulled myself up and in his cabin. The smell of leather, wood, and a tinge of gasoline was intoxicating, as if I needed any help with that. As he slowly blinked, he gave a nod towards a small door leading to another section of the cabin. I obeyed his silent command, opened the door and walked through. This small back room was where he slept, ate and exercised judging by the pull up bar on the back wall. As I stepped in deeper, I noticed below the pull up bar were two loops bolted to the wall about four feet apart. Each with a pair of handcuffs attached. Below was a chair, each leg bolted to the floor. I noticed a metal loop on each side of the chair legs a little wider than shoulder width apart, bolted to the floor with large cuffs attached. They looked large enough to fit around a pair of ankles. As a gave a slight gasp and turn around, there was the man, standing directly in front of me. His large frame eclipsed any means of escape. As I shifted my weight and stepped a little to either side, he mirrored my movements. He was telling me that I wasn’t going anywhere. Suddenly, I had the familiar feeling of my feet stuck in goo. He walked closer, his boots clacking again the floor with each step. The concoction of anticipation, fear, and excitement was pulsing through my entire body. Paralyzing me. Once again, I was trapped in his web.

As he stepped in close, I dropped my bag of goodies. Right in rhythm, he reached and grabbed my wrist. His strength was as advertised. I resisted before quickly realizing that was pointless. I pushed back, not with a realistic amount of force for escape, but just enough to tell him and myself that I was powerless. As he felt my resignation, he gave a slight smirk and began walking forward, backing me towards the wall. Not that I had a choice, but I allowed myself to be along for the ride. When we reached the wall, he released my left arm and grabbed my right wrist with both of his big rough hands. He gently but forcefully pushed my arm to the wall clicked the cuffs around my wrist. He shot a glance back at me and gave a satisfied look. Now he could take his time. He did the same to my left arm before sitting me in the chair. He kneeled and cuffed both my ankles to the floor. Now I was spread eagle but seated. I pulled against all the cuffs but I was helpless, the metal of the cuffs rattling against the metal loops. I tried to escape but was so glad I was unable to. My last struggle caused me to produce a whimper of exertion. Simultaneously, a thrilling feeling of euphoria came over me as my penis started to rise. I had no control. This excited him. He stepped his large frame and tree trunk legs in between my now cuffed feet. Bent over, put his large hands around the back and side of my neck, pulled me in and began kissing me. It was a deep, warm, slow, and strong kiss. He beard felt smooth and rough at the same time, if that’s even possible. His other hand found its way to my crouch and unzipped my pants. He wrapped his hands around my cock gently but tightly and began slowly mirroring the movements from his kissing. I was in another universe. My entire body wanted to explode, but also yearned to tangle myself with him. He had complete and utter control over me. As he stopped kissing, he gave one final sensual squeeze and tug of my cock. I moaned, which he liked. He tucked my erection back in my pants, zipped them up and said, “We’ll save this for later.” I nodded in total agreement. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I thought. He reached in a small bag on the floor and pulled out a leather collar. Black with silver buckle and a silver round ring hanging from the center. He placed it around my neck, buckled it and turned it so the ring was hanging from the front. He then caressed my cheek with his hand. I loved this feeling, rudding my check against his hand in return and attempting to kiss and nibble his hand. He took his hand away, flicked the silver ring of the collar and smiled. He then got up and walked back to the front, closing the small door behind him. Now I was mentally and physically tied up. The rumble of the large truck starting up startled me out of my stupor. The excitement was still there. As the truck pulled out, my imagination explored the possibilities of where we would go and what would happen. But there was no question about my immediate future. I was bound. Hands and feet cuffed. Collared, and going for a ride.