Who is that? Chad saw a square chin, black hair, green eyes? The oozing cum obscured Chad's vision.
The young man snorted. He stood up, and peeled down his cum soaked suit. He hung Chad on the railing next to the sauna heater to dry. Chad gasped as he felt his emptiness return. He could feel the stranger's cum baking into his being. He was owned now. And his owner had marked him. There was nothing he could do about it. He felt even more humiliated now that he saw the naked giant standing there in all his glory.
Damn, Chad thought, this guy has the body of god. I cannot believe how lucky I am to be owned by him. Chad wanted his owner to put him on, but instead the guy lay down on the bench. Chad just hung on the rail and baked. He kept wondering who the guy was, and how he could be so lucky to be owned by the handsome stud? Huh? Wait, I'm human, and except for the coloring that body looks like mine used to look - I think? Lycra and Spandex for brains do not provide the best medium for detailed thought. Who is thi-s-s-s g-g-g-uy? Chad's thought processes slowed. Was it the heat? Was it the absence of a body inside him? He didn't know. He lost consciousness with his thoughts and questions unresolved.