Mr John started chatting, telling me how he had spent his night at the gay club "Magna Carta" with his friend Pete and that they were walking home together when they spotted me on the road. "I don't think you noticed, but we drove past you a few times so Pete could get a good look at you and decide whether he should stop and take you or not. We even stopped once, right next to you to watch your ass move, it was so hot, Pete had a real hard-on for you, and had me suck his cock right then and there." " You'll like it Pete, he's a good Master." I replied by saying "no, I never noticed, but I'm very glad you did." The idea of ​​him driving past me several times to look at me and observe me, stalking me like predators was so exciting. My curiosity got the better of me and I asked him, "Is Pete your Master, Mr. John?" He replied abruptly, "He is OUR Master. Yes, and never forget it. We both belong to him, we are his slaves, I am his devoted slave, and you are mine." "Yes, we first saw you as you were walking past the station and Pete, my friend, followed you closely for a while. We saw you slipping into an alleyway just after and nearly lost you. I had to stop for a pee, I think. Then we caught up with you on Millbrook Road." I asked him, "So where is Pete now?" "I dropped Pete off and came back to pick you up and he told me to bring you back clean, neat, naked and ready to play with, so that's what I did, and I'll stop to pick him up about a mile down the road." This information was just beginning to sink in and my cock was twitching with excitement at the thought of showing my body to two men. Mr. John quickly explained that Pete was an alpha male who demanded respect and obedience and that we were both his playthings. He glanced in his rearview mirror to catch my eye as I tried to reassure him of my compliance. “Please Mr. John, I have complete trust in you and I look forward to meeting your friend Pete.” He replied, “That’s fine Fay and it makes me happy, but remember he is not a friend and you must always call him Master Pete and not question him or he gets very angry very quickly and loves to punish his little boys.”I didn't have much time to think about what he was saying before he pulled into the forecourt of an abandoned gas station and told me to get out of the car. He stretched and opened the car door, then folded the front seat forward and told me to get out and walk slowly to the opposite corner of the yard behind the garage building where I would find Master Pete. I hurried out of the car, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my naked body and the damp ground beneath my feet. The highway was right next to me when the door closed behind me and Mister John started the car to my surprise, leaving me naked in the middle of nowhere. For a moment I panicked and ran to hide in the shade of an old billboard, trying to hide my penis behind my hands. I looked around quickly, assessing the area, which looked like an industrial dump, with a few street lights, there was a smell of diesel and engine oil. I took courage knowing that I was being watched from afar and I took a step forward from the edge of the grass to the concrete courtyard. This kind of situation really excited me as I took stock of my position, naked without clothes and without money or documents, totally helpless and abandoned. My hands were still clasped, hiding my cold, insignificant cock, and I quickly stroked my still slightly rigid cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head, then, imagining Master Pete in the distance, I removed my hands and lifted them, slowly placing my hands on my head and consciously straightening myself to my full height, I swayed my hips and pelvis and walked slowly to the far corner of the garage, which was in total darkness, carefully assessing each step, in a line one foot in front of the other, taking small steps, crossing my legs, feeling my cock and balls squeezed between my thighs and swaying with each step. I tried to concentrate on swaying my hips, standing up straight and maintaining my erection, I wanted to look good for "Master Pete" who was a complete stranger to me, but I had built an idol in my own mind who wanted to have and use my beautiful body and who could appreciate me for my full potential to satisfy a sexual predator. I just hoped he would make the most of the opportunity.As I approached the darkest corner of the courtyard I saw the slight movements of a figure against the backdrop of a concrete wall. I heard some fighting and began to smell cigarette smoke wafting over the courtyard. A candle was lit on the side of the building and I could make out the silhouette of a man of average height, a little thinner than usual, wearing what I thought was a leather biker jacket and black leather pants. My erection grew stronger and the anticipation mixed with a not so small dose of apprehension. I just wanted to be taken right there and now, right there, just raped and fucked silly. I rounded the corner of the building and felt the first sensation of submission, a thin cold hand had grabbed my penis and roughly pushed back the foreskin and was now fingering and caressing my smooth and wet mushroom cock head, wow I almost exploded from the intense blast of pleasure from that one attack. Suddenly a cotton shoe bag was placed over my head and tightened at the neck. I felt the fabric smother my nose and mouth, I raised my hands to my face to try to free myself, but my arms were lowered from my head and my hands were tied by a cable behind my back. Breathing was difficult as a feeling of panic built up inside me, I was pushed against the wall, a large rigid collar tightened around my neck further restricting my breathing and a cord attached from my collar to my wrists, keeping my wrists in a position in the middle of my back. The front of my collar was attached to a rope leash, which seemed to pass through a ring at the base of the wall. All the blood in my body was rushing to my erect penis, the mixture of pleasure, panic and apprehension was overwhelming as I began to moan and feel the tears of panic running down my cheeks. The tension on the leash suddenly increased, forcing me to bend over and two cold hands grasping my buttocks to force my legs apart and away from the wall, my only support was my head against the wall, my feet too far apart to give any additional support. I couldn't move without falling to my knees. I was right where he wanted me, my ass offered on a platter. I tried in vain to fight or change position, it was hopeless. My position was uncomfortable, I could sometimes hear a car pass on the highway. There was a slight chill in the air that made me shiver. At that moment, I heard another person arrive who I assumed was Mr. John who was coming back to join us, which helped to reassure me, although I'm sure I don't know why.The two began to talk among themselves but it was difficult to hear or follow."That's great John, we got lucky tonight, I didn't expect a catch like this. Did you have any problems with him?" "No Master, this is the first time I've met a real Virgin who is a born slut, I think he was even asking for it. He came slowly and easily, gentle as a lamb, seems to enjoy his new role, but I don't know his potential yet, he needs to be tested and it will take a lot of work. I took some good pictures of him, as you requested. Here." He handed me the polaroid pictures he had taken of me. "He looks in excellent physical condition, no scars or major marks, a responsive cock if a little small, his balls are good but will need a lot of work. The tits have potential but again, will need work. Are you okay with that?" » « Master, please look at him, he's a boy, eighteen maybe nineteen, he's almost as virgin as he looks, his balls haven't even fallen off yet, very little body hair, schoolboy cock, his pussy is as tight as a newborn lamb. What do yo ...

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