The car moves steadily along the dirt road as my friends badger my mom. We were all too young to be camping alone so she offered to tag along. I stared at my reflection in the glass, cold ice blue eyes, short dark blonde/brown hair. I was built for my age, and was on the football team too. Well, the middle school's lame excuse for a football team that is.
I roll down the window and watch the trees pass by in a careful pace, it was almost like a omen. It almost seemed like a pattern until we stopped at a sign. It read Malberry Town. Everyone in the car starts to build excitment and begs my mom to take a break there. For me, there was an uneasy feeling about this place. I was starting to speak up about not stopping here when the car stops.
A stands in front of the car, with crazy eyes. He starts to say something
when we hear something in the bushes near the road. He then takes off in the
opposite direction. My mom frowns and has a incredulous look.
"They are just trying to scare tourists I bet.." She mumbles
Everyone starts coming up with possible theories when we finally get into
town. Then the car stops. Mom looks bewildered as she notitices the tank is
empty. I am almost positive she filled it up about an hour ago..
"Okay boys, we are going to need to push the car to that gas station across the street, alright?" Mother announces.
And so began the tedious task of pushing the car loaded with our camping supplies, food, and other wilderness items you would need.
When we did eventually get to the gas station, mom discovered the gas tank was punctured. She then started walking back and fourth plotting our next move. She was immpresively calm and collected about this for a woman, and I thought I would of noticed that before.
She then went into the gas station telling us to stay here to watch our stuff. So we all began talking about school and other stuff. I wasn't that into the conversation because I was waiting for mom. When hours had passed, we had reached a convention that something happened.
As if movement triggered it, we all were covered with a net. I struggled thinking it would be easy to lift it like it looked in the movies but I was immoblilized. Everyone started to pannick and fight the net.
I could feel a grip around my arm, when a needle was shot into my arm. Was this my death? Will this be the end of me? Too late to let my life flash before my very eyes, I blacked out.
In a daze, I come to, immediately looking around in all directions. Where am I and whats going on?
I was tied up, in my underwear and my calf length nike socks. This is strange. Why am I tied up?..
As if the world was explaining my situation, the room lit up, and I could see all my friends tied up on tables too. All of them were clothed though.
Before I could call to them, I feel hands over my mouth appyling duck tape. My eyes grow wide and I start to try to resist the bondage around my arms and legs.
What am I going to do? What is going on?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Finally I couldn’t resist any more and returned to his dick, taking it fully into my mouth. His slender pulsing dick was easy to work with and I took him right to the base and then pulled back with as much suction as I could...
- Locker Room
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- Teen Boy