I looked and we wereabout twenty miles from home. Luke pulls off the exit and off the side ofthe road. He said you drive home.Luke gets out and zips a...d buttons his jeans and buckles his belt as hewalks around the car. I get in the drivers seat and buckle up. Luke gets inand I start off slowly and get back on interstate headed back towardshome. Once I got on the road and comfortable, Luke unbuckles his seatbeltand leans over. He grabs the front of my shorts and pulls them down andstart to play. "You rude little faggot, how dare you make my room look messy, fold it properly" i knew this had annoyed him, and he grabbed and twisted my nipple as punishment.i stood in the room with my shirt of while he gathered together whatever he needed to use on me"OK take off your jeans and this time fold them properly" i did did as I was told, so now I was just in my panties and hold ups. "I don't like red stockings, never wear them again in my company you sissy faggot"he told me to sit in a dining. My eyes snapped open to see a man standing in front of me. “Quite a little show you’ve been putting on for me,” he said. “Hope I stopped you in time.”I was so shocked I had lost my voice. I could only look up at him, my mouth forming silent words.“Cat got your tongue? Tell me – did you come or not?” I managed to squeak out a noise that could be construed as “No”.“Good. Now here’s the story – I didn’t see anything up here as long as you do me a favor.” I had a feeling I knew what the favor would. The cool shade and cold snow-melt water of Wolf Creek was comforting. He spent some time fishing the lower pools before taking to the main trail that climbed above the creek and followed the canyon side in a long, upward track.He'd decided to camp at the forks and would hike up to Gardner Meadows the next day. Evening meal had been a delight: four native trout fried to a crisp, golden brown in his small skillet; slices of fried potato cut from the two baked potatoes he carried wrapped in foil.