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.