“In za back, pussy-boy. Only real men ride in der front!”
Sean swallowed hard and climbed in the back of the truck. The man attached the leash to a tie-down point in the truck bed. Sean began to lie down in the bed, but the man ordered him to sit up straight. Sean did so, keeping his legs apart and hands behind his head. Anyone passing by would see him, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it!
The truck pulled out of the lot and headed out of town. Sean was a little relieved by this, as he felt it would be less likely that he would be seen. But then another pick-up passed going the other way. Six of his football buddies were in the back and two were in the cab. And they all gawked at the sight.
“Aw crap,” thought Sean. He didn’t even want to think about what they’d say—or do—the next time they saw him! And why did the thought of maybe being used by the team send a tingle down his spine, and make his dick drip?! It was way too much information for Sean’s brain to process all at once. His mind went into neutral.
The hot teen stud sat in the back of the open pick-up wearing a slave collar, a strap around his balls and absolutely nothing else. Sean was on full display, but not another car passed as they headed further and further out of town.
Finally the truck turned onto a dirt track that led into a large, deeply wooded area that Sean was not familiar with. The truck drove on and on. Sean didn’t know it, but they had traveled more than five miles down that dirt track before the truck finally slowed, then came to a halt.
Sean was facing backwards, so he could not see what was in front of the truck. The foreign guy came around the back, took hold of the leash and ordered Sean out of the truck. The helpless naked teen looked up and saw a large old house that reminded him of that house in the movie Psycho.
He was led into the house, but the foreign guy didn’t turn on any lights. He simply led the boy to the back of the house by the moonlight streaming in the windows. Manfred opened the door to the basement, and without a word led Sean down the stairs by his balls.
There were deep shadows everywhere, and strange looking pieces of equipment the big stud could not identify. Sean was absolutely terrified, but his dick was dripping like a son of a bitch! The leather master led Sean to a dark corner. Sean heard the squeak of a door opening and saw that the door was made of bars! Sean’s captor shoved him into the five foot high cage, and locked the door.
“I vill be back to begin your training in der morning. Until zen you vill not play mit yourself or piss or shit. If you do, I vill see der mess und you vill vish you had nefer been born! Pleasant dreams, slave!”
The German chuckled as he rolled down a metal security cover over the only window, sending the basement into total darkness. The German made his way up the stairs using a small flashlight on his key chain. Sean could not bring himself to beg, as much as he wanted to, in part because he had a lump in his throat the size of a baseball.
Sean sat down, leaning against the bars, spreading his legs and keeping his hands behind his head. He was so scared and so horny! At that moment he became thankful that his conditioning required him to keep his hands behind his head, or he would have been yanking his crank with a passion!
Finally, Sean fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of large cocks, belonging to laughing sneering men, penetrating his body.