By Jackson Amacher
Dylan decided to think about how good it felt to finally have his arms free. Thinking about that took his mind off the pain of walking barefoot on the forest floor, and off the humiliation of being in a collar, connected by a rope to three other naked slaves.
He used one hand to cover his groin. Not because he was trying to hide it–there wasn’t much point in that anymore–but because locked around his balls was some sort of device. As soon as he had crawled out of the truck, someone blindfolded him again. He felt himself being marched a few feet and then chained with his arms over his head. They left him like there for what felt like an hour. Until he started feeling someone… teasing him, stroking his body, having fun with him. Dylan thought the mystery guy was going to fuck him right then and there. But then he felt this awful thing get attached to the base of his dick and balls. And then he felt his first shock.
Leading them, by the neck, was Jesse, a Blue. Dylan knew Jesse pretty well–nice guy, level-headed, from Texas. From where he was, all Dylan could see of Jesse was his bare ass, framed by a jock strap.
“Hey. Hey Jesse. Wait up,” Dylan said.
“What, slave?” Jesse said.
“So, I mean, tell us. What happened to you guys? How did the Reds get you?,” Dylan asked.
“Get us? Once we realized the glory of Supreme Leader Rick, we all volunteered to serve him,” Jesse said.
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