I don't know what pissed me off more. The fact that I was snatched from my own backyard or the fact that it was below freezing and my dick decided to shrink to hide from the cold. Don't get me wrong, my dick wasn't small... but in 15° weather my dick was shriveled. At least we were inside a building, even with my head covered and hands tie, I could tell because the wind wasn't assaulting me. The dudes who snatched me led me through the building and then down some stairs, before finally pushing me into a dark room.... for about ten minutes I paced around trying to free myself, I had managed to get the sack from my head but my hands.... It took some maneuvering but I finally managed to get my hands in front of me and bite the binds from my wrist, then I felt around the room hoping to find a light switch but to no avail. My whole body tensed up, it wasn't until this second that I realized I wasn't alone in the room; I wasn't sure who or where they were but I could feel their eyes on me, seemingly watching my every move. I kept feeling around until my hand made contact with someone's bare skin, I probably should've swung but instead, I felt their body; well-toned, soft skin, fat ass.... Oh so they were naked, it was clear this was a test and I decided I'd play along just to see what the goal of this exercise really was.
"I've been wanting you since I first saw your sexy ass...." The person said and while their voice sounded familiar, I couldn't place it. The person kissed all over my neck and chest while stroking my dick.... but I didn't fold. Don't get me wrong, I was 100% man, and usually it didn't take much to get me going but there were two things that were stopping me from enjoying this.... 1) I couldn't see the person, and 2) Calvin. "What's wrong? Doesn't it feel good?" He asked leaning down and licking the head of my dick.
"Kinda hard to get excited when you get snatched out of your yard and dragged to an unknown place, not to mention some random groping you.... Maybe if I knew who I was dealing with things would be different." I said while still grippin his ass, this muthafucker was fat and soft....
"You know exactly who I am, Shiloh... I told you I've been wanting you since I first laid eyes on you and I've made a deal to finally get what I've always wanted." He said and nothing was clicking, his voice sounded familiar but given the circumstances, it was difficult to figure out who was standing in front of me.
"I'll give you a hint... you caught me staring at you when you were swimming, you got out of the pool and I couldn't take my eyes off that fat ass print that was visible through your swimming trunks... When you caught me staring you laughed and winked...." The person said and again, nothing was clicking because I did that with a lot of people... I really need to stop that shyt because it definitely sent the wrong message.
"Still not ringing any bells.... Sorry." I said stepping back. "Now, you mentioned making a deal to get me here... let's discuss that." I said taking a step back but I couldn't retreat far because he had a firm grip on my dick.
"Nothing that involves you... just information on my cousin." The person said and even though it was pitch black in here, I could feel the smile on their face.... it took a second but the pieces started to form together and the person's face started to come into view, even if I couldn't see them.
"Vernon?" I asked and the person chuckled, basically confirming my suspicions.
"Took you long enough, now are you going to finally stop playing and break this bussè?" Vernon said as he stroked my dick. Now I don't know what Damon did to piss his cousin off to the point that he'd link up with his biggest op... but there was no way in hell I was going to fuck Vernon. I pushed his hand away and stepped back.... "Oh my god! Forreal Shiloh? I know you want me so why are you acting scared?" Vernon said and I could feel his anger starting to grow.
"If you wanted some dick, you could've just asked. You didn't have to jump through all these craz.... hoops." I said catching myself, one thing I learned from my time in prison is that you NEVER call a crazy muthafucker crazy. "I mean; it's dark as fuck, there's no bed in here, not even an air mattress..... One thing about me is I need light so I can read the expressions on your face, I need a bed so I can make that bitch rock, I need socks because I hate cold feet, and I need condoms because I don't fuck raw." I said. "Now if you'd kindly point me towards the door...." I said pushing his hand away.
