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There I stood naked in that blistering hot old gas station in the middle of the desert. My arms tied to the metal polls with all my hair shaved off. The sting from the fresh tattoo still hot on the back of my head. "Carlos, give me the bottle" Drako hissed. I heard Drako behind me fidgeting with the bottle. The sound of a clicking cap gave me a cringe. What was going to happen to me? He squirted the bottle of cold liquid that sent a shiver up my spine. I could feel it dripping down my back and onto my ass. Threw the crack and down my legs. Drako rubbed my shoulders with his hands. I never had a back rub by a man before. His hands were hard and strong. My tense muscle quivered by his forceful touch. The cold liquid that was baby oil, slurped around my shoulders as he turned my rock hard shoulders into a soft jelly. I started to forget that he had me chained up in a garage. "You like that, don't you? My big strong hands on your shoulders. Working all that nasty stress out of them." I just nodded my head yes, but I was still scared to talk. Fearing what was going to happen to me. "How old are you? Eight-teen! You must think you're really hot? I bet you had all the pretty girls in your high school? This was true, but I was afraid of where this was going to go. "Tell me, have you ever had sex with another man?" Drako whispered into my ear. "NO!" I hollered. "Good! That means you're in for a real treat," he said. "No, No I don't want to! I'm straight!" I cried Drako looked right into my eyes with those piercing eyes of his. "You don't want to? Has you scene the tattoo? You lost the right to say no. You belong to us now." "I don't want to be a slave," I moaned "Don't want to be a slave, why not? It's the perfect ...

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