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Disclaimer:
All characters in this story are 18 years old acting in their free will. The names of all characters have been altered to protect identities.
Story Background
As Mike continues to write new stories and chapters, he receives an interesting comment from one of his readers that was sent to him as a feedback email. The email leads to a conversation and ultimately to a planned meeting.
Mike met an aggressive Master who fucked him while he was restrained in a barn. Because Mike had restrained himself, he ended up in a precarious situation with the man he called "Master". He was taken to an adult bookstore and whored out to customers in one of the viewing booths in back.
Then Mike was taken across the street to a local bar. His Master planned to whore him out to more customers. Ultimately he sold Mike to a giant truck driver who planed to take Mike on the road with him for a week. Mike would be the truck drivers sex slave.
Fortunately, Mike was saved by the county sheriff. The sheriff took him back to the farm and helped him retrieve his SUV. But not before demanding that Mike blow him as a price for his rescue.
When Mike returned home, he decided to stir up more trouble on line. He ended up giving his location to a dominant pawn shop owner who ended up pulling Mike onto his front lawn at three in the morning and fucking him silly at both ends.
During his public assault, the paper delivery man happened to drive past and see Mike in a very compromising condition. Mike has now agreed to meet that man in his front yard at three a.m. tomorrow morning. He has agreed to be naked and on his knees when the stranger arrives.
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Monday at work
I was dragging through the day at work. I only got two hours of sleep after the pawn shop owner used me on my front lawn. I was angry that the paper delivery man was now threatening me because he witnessed me servicing the pawnshop owner in my front yard.
Now, I committed to meet the paper delivery man in my front yard at 3 a.m. The worst part was that I was going to have to wait for him naked. Otherwise, he said he would divulge my secret to all my neighbors. Being outed like that was my worst nightmare.
I spent most of the day hiding out at my desk, avoiding as much contact as I could. I just wanted to make it until 4 p.m. After work, I planned on taking a long nap to catch up on my sleep. I knew I was going to be up at 3:30 am to meet the delivery man.
Fortunately, work was very slow for a Monday which allowed me to hide out in my office until I snuck out a little before 4 p.m. As soon as I walked into my house, I kicked off my shoes and made my way back to my bedroom. I got out of my clothes and hopped into bed. I was fast asleep in less than two minutes.
When I woke, it was almost 10 p.m. I grabbed a bite to eat and then poured a cocktail. After watching a few steaming shows and drinking a few more cocktails, I looked at the clock. It was already 2 am. I dreaded my demand repeat performance I was expected to deliver in 90 minutes.
I dozed off for almost an hour and woke up a little after 3 a.m. I knew that my paper delivery man would be expecting to see me in my front yard at 3:30 a.m. I decided to go take a cold shower to wake myself up. While in the shower, I found myself thinking about waiting for the delivery man, naked, in my front yard. I started to get very turned on thinking about how slutty I was being. For some reason, I decided I wanted to take a recreational Viagra. I figured since I was going to be naked, I might as well be sporting a hard-on.
The Moment of Truth Arrives
Thirty minutes later, I was sitting on my front stoop naked in the warm summer evening air. I was waiting for the paper delivery man to fulfill my promise. The Viagra had taken effect, and I had stroked myself to a rock-hard erection that held my cock firmly against my abdomen. Prior to Sunday's events, I had never been naked in public before. Now, here I was naked again for the third time in just thirty-six hours.
I heard what I assumed was the delivery man's pick-up truck in the distance. I knew that in a few short minutes, he would be here and I suspected he was going to request the same treatment he saw me giving to the pawn store owner. I was hopeful that I could convince him to come inside to lower the risk of even more neighbors discovering my secrets.
After another minute or two, I could hear the truck getting closer. The low rumble matched that of the older truck that I had seen yesterday morning. I watched nervously as I saw headlights lighting up the horizon near the end of my block. In a few more seconds, the truck came into view and all remaining doubt was gone. I watched at it slowly traversed the street, tossing newspapers out onto the driveway without stopping.
I stepped forward and kneeled on my front lawn, complying with his demands from yesterday. His truck slowed and came to a stop. He cut the ignition, and the truck sat silently for a few seconds. Then the doors opened, and two men exited the truck, slamming the rusty doors as they did. The passenger waited for the driver to walk around the front of the truck. They both stood there speaking quietly to each other in Spanish as they looked at me. The driver approached with the passenger in tow, they continued to speak in Spanish, laughing a little as they got closer. I was surprised by their height. Both men were five feet four inches maximum. They were just barely taller than a middle school child. Both men were wearing t-shirts and jeans.
"I'm glad you are here," the driver said in a thick Latin accent, "I didn't want to place a paper copy of the pic I took last night in your neighbors' mailboxes."
"Thank you," I said, look down at the ground, "I just want this to be over with."
"You like being a slut, don't you," the driver asked, rhetorically, "You're crazy to do it outside."
"Believe me, that wasn't my idea," I answered, "If you're going to stay and do what I think you're going to do, can we at least go inside?"
The driver looked at his friend and consulted with him in Spanish. I watched as the two talked. The passenger kept looking at me with a creepy smile. I felt like a piece of meat in front of a starving predator. The two men continued their discussion and then looked back at me.
"I'm Mateo," the driver said, looking down at me, "and this is my friend, Ray."