“Saves time,” Sean said.
The teacher laughed, shook his head and drove off. Then he voice-dialed Manfred and filled him in. “I don’t know what’s up, but someone has this bastard by the balls. He’s a big macho gay basher, just graduated high school. He’s jogging naked to the park, like he can’t wait to get fucked. Hell, his dick’s so hard, if you cut it off you could hammer it into a two by four! Might be worth you checking it out.”
“Ya,” said Manfred. Manfred was a man of few words.
In fact, Manfred had already been enlisted by Mitch to play a part in his plan. Mitch couldn’t bring Sean back to his place for training. His dad would have been cool about it, but would have made Mitch let Sean go at the end of each day. So Manfred had agreed to be the stud’s warden and co-trainer.
Sean jogged through the heavily forested park for about ten minutes before he spotted the rest room. He could see about twenty men gathered in the adjacent parking lot. He screamed inwardly in frustration and humiliation as his feet kept jogging straight for them, despite his best mental efforts to convince them to go elsewhere.
Suddenly the teen hunk’s legs brought him to a halt just inside the tree line. At first he thought he’d overcome his orders, whatever they were, and gave a sigh of relief. Then suddenly, he knew what he was here to do. Sean recoiled in horror from the revelation. He was to sneak around the perimeter of the rest room clearing, seeking naked couples. He had to search their discarded clothing for a thong or jock strap and put it on.
Sean knew if he succeeded without being caught, he would proceed to his next assignment. He had no idea yet what that would be, but he knew now what he would have to do if he got caught—offer himself to the item’s owner in return for the item. If the owner demanded more, he would comply. There was no option.
A trembling Sean began to slowly sneak around the forest edge, hoping to find a couple going at it in the woods. He was terrified he might actually have to go to phase two if he couldn’t find his prize. If he was unable to secure a jock or thong by stealth, he would have to put his hands behind his head, and walk straight to the restroom door. There he would announce what he needed. The first who could provide the jock or thong could have him—right there in front of all the others!
Sean had prowled around the edge of the woods for over an hour with no luck. Lots of whitey tighties and boxers—and guys going commando—but not one thong or jock. Sean had become aware that there was a time limit but did not yet know what it was. He didn’t have a watch anyway. He just knew that when his time was up he would know, and his embedded commands would force him to proceed to phase two.
As the trembling naked stud wandered quietly among the fucking groups of men in the woods, he couldn’t believe how turned on seeing all this was making him. Couples mostly, but also trios, four-ways and one six way. He had to watch that one for a couple of minutes just to figure out who was doing what to whom in that shadowy glen, surrounded by trees and shrubs.
As Sean turned away from the scene to continue his search, he walked right into a tall broad-shouldered man dressed in black jeans, a black leather vest and black combat boots. Sean’s first impulse was to run, but his embedded instructions would not allow it. Sean swallowed hard and just stood there, his rapid shallow breathing giving away his fear.
The tall man spoke: “You are on a qvest, ya?” Sean knew it was a foreign accent. He was clever about things like that. He didn’t know which one, but it didn’t matter. He’d understood the question, and the reply came from his lips without any conscious thought.
“Sir, my owner requires me to obtain a jock or a thong from someone in this park, either by stealth or by barter. I have been unable to obtain one thus far.”
“What the hell?” thought Sean, “I don’t talk like that!” Sean didn’t even know what barter meant, and he was a little hazy on the meaning of stealth. About that time Sean realized that he had squared his shoulders, placed his hands behind his head and his feet shoulder width apart the instant the man had begun to speak to him. And as shamed as he was by his words and position, he could not bring himself to move a muscle!
The tall man sensed this and began to run his leather-gloved hands all over Sean’s buff naked body. As he cupped the stud’s balls and stroked his rigid cock, he said, “I vill provide za item you seek. You vill come mit me and do exactly as I tell you.”
Sean trembled in panic. He had no choice! He had no idea where the man would take him or what would be done to him. Sean knew he had become this very scary man’s naked prey, as he could not disobey. This apparently was barter—Sean would allow this man to use him as he pleased, in return for a scrap of cloth.
He realized the man just assumed that Sean would submit. The man padlocked a small strap of leather around the naked stud’s balls and a collar around his neck. When Sean saw the leather leash, he assumed it would be attached to the collar. To Sean’s surprise the man snapped it to the strap around his ball sac!
The man headed down the path, leading Sean by the leash. Sean was slow to get moving and the man gave the leash a hard tug. The big buff naked athlete yelped at the pain in his balls, and promptly began to move forward at the man’s rapid pace.
All of a sudden, they were out of the woods and walking straight across the large lawn surrounding the restrooms. There must have been at least thirty guys in that clearing and every one of them turned to watch the sight of the hot naked teen being led by his balls to the parking lot. They all knew the man with the leash in his hand. Normally there would have been catcalls and snide remarks made, but not one of them wanted to piss off the man in black.
To his chagrin, Sean kept his hands behind his head, and walked tall, his big hard cock bouncing against his belly. He appeared to be proud, which made him feel even deeper shame. He recognized three of the men in the crowd, and shuddered. He knew these guys would spread the word. Sean suspected he would be unable to say no to future advances.
If that was true, he could tell by the looks on the faces of the men he passed, that he would be very very busy. The thought of submitting to any fag that wanted him, filled Sean with dread and despair. It also filled him with intense excitement, and for the life of him, Sean could not figure out why!
As Sean looked around, he saw a familiar figure, leaning against a tree, next to the parking lot. It was his master! Mitch looked directly into the big stud’s eyes, and gave him a cocky grin. Sean knew that he would wind up begging the little nerd to change his orders. But it was clear that he wouldn’t get the chance tonight!
Another tug on his balls, got Sean’s attention. He had slowed up again while thinking. Sean had trouble doing anything else, when he was attempting to think. The young stud focused on keeping up as they approached a black pick-up truck parked at the end of the lot.