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Obey Slaveboy!
AN EXHIBITIONIST SHOWS OFF AT THE WRONG TIME/WRONG PLACE... HE FALLS PREY TO 4 DOMINANT MEN WHO USE HIM FOOR PLEASURE....
I watched what I thought could be an owl as it flew over me, a black
shape against the dark sky, obliterating stars one by one as it
progressed. I heard the hiss of the grass in the light wind.
And I must have fallen asleep.
But not for long.
When, suddenly, my wrists and ankles were gripped by four strong pairs
of hands, I was brought abruptly to full wakefulness. My first instinct
was to cry out, but before I could do so a commanding, quiet voice said
"Sshh!"
It was the young man holding my right wrist who had signalled me to be quiet.
I struggled, in a vain attempt to escape their clutches. I was confused -
I couldn't understand what was happening. Being caught like this was my
absolute worst nightmare, yet my cock had suddenly decided to become
rampantly, embarrassingly erect again! I didn't yell out. They were
holding me, not hurting me, so after a few moments I let my naked body
fall still.
"Oh, God, please let me go, guys," I pleaded in a semi-whisper. The
tremor of fear was blatantly evident in my voice. "I'm just out for a
walk, honest. I'm really sorry. I didn't know you were there. I'm
not a flasher!"
"Just keep your mouth closed for now, and you'll be OK," said the same
man. In the faint glow of the town's distant lights, I could see he
had a smile on his face. So did the other three. Their smiles were
somehow reassuring, and in any case I didn't fancy my chances in a
serious struggle with these guys. It seemed sensible to set aside
all thoughts of resistance for the moment. Perhaps I'd get an
opportunity to escape later on.
They made me sit up. One of them produced a bit of string from a
pocket in his jeans, and tied my hands behind me. Digging again in
his pocket he found a length of nylon cord, which he tied to one of
my ankles. Tying a loop in the other end, he made a sort of lead out
of it, then the four of them helped me to my feet.
One of them, a skinny lad with glasses, briefly took my erection in his
hand. He didn't grip it - he just cupped it gently in his hand and
looked at it. His touch inevitably made me that much harder, and my
predicament became that much more embarrassing.
"Such a sweet thing!" he muttered with a chuckle. And now that I was
standing, the little black tail protruding from my bum suddenly came
into view, giving them all something else to laugh about. A couple
of them gave it a tentative little tug.
I watched what I thought could be an owl as it flew over me, a black
shape against the dark sky, obliterating stars one by one as it
progressed. I heard the hiss of the grass in the light wind.
And I must have fallen asleep.
But not for long.
When, suddenly, my wrists and ankles were gripped by four strong pairs
of hands, I was brought abruptly to full wakefulness. My first instinct
was to cry out, but before I could do so a commanding, quiet voice said
"Sshh!"
It was the young man holding my right wrist who had signalled me to be quiet.
I struggled, in a vain attempt to escape their clutches. I was confused -
I couldn't understand what was happening. Being caught like this was my
absolute worst nightmare, yet my cock had suddenly decided to become
rampantly, embarrassingly erect again! I didn't yell out. They were
holding me, not hurting me, so after a few moments I let my naked body
fall still.
"Oh, God, please let me go, guys," I pleaded in a semi-whisper. The
tremor of fear was blatantly evident in my voice. "I'm just out for a
walk, honest. I'm really sorry. I didn't know you were there. I'm
not a flasher!"
"Just keep your mouth closed for now, and you'll be OK," said the same
man. In the faint glow of the town's distant lights, I could see he
had a smile on his face. So did the other three. Their smiles were
somehow reassuring, and in any case I didn't fancy my chances in a
serious struggle with these guys. It seemed sensible to set aside
all thoughts of resistance for the moment. Perhaps I'd get an
opportunity to escape later on.
They made me sit up. One of them produced a bit of string from a
pocket in his jeans, and tied my hands behind me. Digging again in
his pocket he found a length of nylon cord, which he tied to one of
my ankles. Tying a loop in the other end, he made a sort of lead out
of it, then the four of them helped me to my feet.
One of them, a skinny lad with glasses, briefly took my erection in his
hand. He didn't grip it - he just cupped it gently in his hand and
looked at it. His touch inevitably made me that much harder, and my
predicament became that much more embarrassing.
"Such a sweet thing!" he muttered with a chuckle. And now that I was
standing, the little black tail protruding from my bum suddenly came
into view, giving them all something else to laugh about. A couple
of them gave it a tentative little tug.
37 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 2, 2010
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