Aaron is a hot young surfer with a sinister job. His sadistic employers task him to find young men who won't be missed and take them, forcing them into a life of servitude at their illegal gay sex ranch. Aaron's growing affection for his latest find complicates things but nothing can stop what he must do to...
Aaron is a hot young surfer with a sinister job. His sadistic employers task him to find young men who won't be missed and take them, forcing them into a life of servitude at their illegal gay sex ranch. Aaron's growing affection for his latest find complicates things but nothing can stop what he must do to satisfy his masters.
All characters presented here are of legal age, 18 years or older and works of pure fiction.
"Let's get you into the break room so you can lie down on the couch, I'll get you an ice pack." He said urgently.
I nodded my agreement and let him lead me there where had me sit on the couch. I was happy to be off my feet as the room had started to spin. "Don't lay down just yet, I want to get a towel on the couch so you don't get sweat all over it." I nodded as he left.
A minute later he came back in, I stood up and he put a towel over the couch. He had an Ice pack in his hand that he left on the table for a minute while tending to me. I lay back, keeping my hands over my crotch. Even though we both knew I had a raging hard on on, I didn't want him to see it any more than necessary. But that too, it seems wasn't in the cards.
Some of the worry seemed to leave Sir as my breathing came back down and the color in my face was becoming more normal. The worry drained from him and he started looking more and more at my hands and the package that was cradled underneath it, hidden.
He cleared his throat and said, "I think you need to let your hot spots get some more air to cool you down quicker. Keep your arms spread out so underneath them can breathe, and I need to get these shorts off you."
"My shorts?" I squeaked, alarmed. He wanted to take my shorts off while I had a hard on?
"Yes. Cooling your groin off will help you get back on your feet faster."
"I think I'll be ok with just raising my arms up." I said, negating the idea of removing my pants.
"I also need to get them washed before that stain you've put in them sets permanently." Sir said in response to my denial.
I had a bit of a wounded look on my face I'm sure; it was all my fault this was happening. If only my body wasn't so out of control! Miserably, I capitulated and waited for him to remove my pants.
"Just keep your hands where they are and lift your butt up off the couch a little."
He tried to comfort me saying, "Getting you cool is what is important, I just saw you naked not thirty minutes ago, you can be embarrassed later, for now, we get you safe and get you cooler."
"Yes, Sir" I replied, my will destroyed by my shame.
He hooked his fingers on the sides of my shorts and slipped them around back as I lifted my butt off the couch. He pulled them down halfway and had to stop because my raging erection was caught up in the material of the shorts preventing them from coming down.
I gulped as he took his hands and pulled my shorts upward like he was giving me a wedgie in order to free the tangle and then he pulled them outward so that he could slip it over me.
I was staring down at him, watching him work on me and the next thing I saw...