Chad had no idea where he was transported. Oliver and Rico removed him from the truck and carried him inside a building with the tarp still over his head. He could feel a cold concrete floor under his feet.
"Now what?" Oliver asked.
"Now I have to go to work."
"But what about Chad?"
"He's not going anywhere."
"But Rico, what if someone finds him?"
"Here in my garage? 10 miles from the nearest neighbor?"
"Uh?"
"If it makes you feel better, close the door and padlock it. Here's a padlock," Rico said, "I know the combo. Now I gotta get to work." He kicked the starter on his motorcycle and drove away.
Oliver took a few steps toward his bike, but then turned to the garage. He lowered the door from the inside, and turned on the shop light hanging over the workbench near Chad. He pulled the tarp off and admired the shiny naked athlete.
He muttered, "That is a mighty big cock. Most folks couldn't swallow that monster, but I bet I can."
Oliver folded the tarp, and stripped naked, then he knelt on the tarp in front of Chad, and opened his mouth. He started linking Chad's cold hard smooth shaft. His saliva got it good and wet before he started trying to deep throat it.
Chad could feel everything. He really wanted to tense his muscles and pound Oliver into oblivion. Of course, he couldn't. Then he started to enjoy Oliver's ministrations to his manhood. Maybe his luck was changing?
Oliver managed to get within an inch of the base of Chad's cock, but he knew he could go all the way. He kept staring at the string tied around Chad's blue cock and balls. Rico had been adamant that he not touch it, but...