A "straight guy" finds his true calling, as a sub slut slave for his dominant master
EXCERPT
They both laid back on their sides looking at me and so I laid back looking at the ceiling. The one on my right pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slide it into the back pocket of my tight jeans as the other one began to unbuckle my belt. I started to protest. I thought I should tell him to stop, to keep their twenty bucks and let me out at the next corner. But Sylvia's words cut into my thoughts "find a boyfriend and stop making women miserable". My family was 2000 miles away in Wisconsin. I was in ajob I hated. I decided it was time to make some serious changes. So, with full knowledge that I was about to be fucked by at least two men, instead of protesting I helped them open my jeans and slide them down to my knees. Suddenly each of the guys in the back with me grabbed a wrist and before I knew what was happening I was handcuffed to rings welded onto the van's back door. Brown eyes said, "Just relax and enjoy it. We won't hurt you. We just want to warm you up for Jimbo." I knew what was going to happen and the thoughts were enough to get my cock reacting.