I felt a sense of relief and victory, as I reached my driveway. Suddenly, I staggered. My knees were so stiff. Oh, no. I saw Brad's car parked with the top down. Great Brad was home from college, he'd really rub my nose in it for letting Rick do this to me. Oh, damn, I can barely move. Oh, no I'm gonna fall. I gotta catch myself. I reached out to catch myself, but my elbow was too stiff, I fell into back of Brad's car.
EW! My head came to a rest on the bump between the footwells. And his gym was in the footwell with the top open. Damn, does he ever wash his gym gear. I couldn't move. I could just lie there. I tried to call for help.
"Mulp!" was the muffled sound I made. No one could hear me. Maybe Brad would come out? Or Rick? Rick must've found that the sauna was empty now, and be looking for me. I had to move. I kicked my legs, and slid further into the footwell of the backseat.
No, no.
It seemed like forever, suddenly a hand grabbed me. Please don't be Rick, I prayed. I was spun around. It's Bruno!
"Mooonuh?"
"Chad?" asked Bruno.
"Mmmusss, Mooon-uh, mmm maaad! Mulp muh!" was the muffled shout I made.
The smile on Bruno's face spread broader and broader. I had a bad feeling about this.
Bruno shoved me under his arm and headed back into his house. Damn, he must've been working out. His armpit reeks, and his Speedo bulge didn't smell like roses either. Yuck, peanut butter. Bruno's just tossing me around like a friggin' doll and there's nothing I can do about it. No! I go flying backwards into his service porch, my head hits Bruno's Great Dane Max. The big beast wakes up, and smells the peanut butter on my dick.
"Mo! Mo, Mux, mo!" I shout. The big dog straddles my head and torso, and goes to work licking the peanut butter off my permanently hard dick. If it weren't already hard, all the attention Max was giving it would have made it hard. Now, he's lying down on me. No! No, his junk and ass are in my face, and he's swallowing my cock. Ow! No, Max, I'm not a chew toy. Somebody rushes by, and outside. Probably. Bruno? Then the door opens again, and snickering. Yeah, it's Bruno. Chad isn't sure if Bruno said anything, because Max is slobbering so loudly. A few minutes later, Bruno's back, and he's pulling me away from Bruno. Thank heavens.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Max and Bruno are playing tug of war with my cock. NO!
Bruno bangs me against the door jamb, a counter, then stairs and a couple walls, and last tosses me on his bed. While Bruno takes a few minutes to coat his body with sunscreen, I lie at angle against his headboard on his mattress. I can see a workout bench, and a pullup apparatus at the foot of the bed, and beyond that is a leafy covered window. Damn, that's my bedroom opposite. Bruno can see me in my bed? He positioned his bed for a perfect view. Gawd, I jerk off almost every morning, and from the position of my mirror, Bruno's got a front row seat. When I get home, I'm moving my mirror and bed, and when I get home? I'd sigh if I could. At least I'm away from Rick.
Oh, what did Bruno say?
"Dreams can come true!"
What dream? Ow, no, let go of my cock! Damn, I cannot even make a muffled noise now. What did Rick do to me?
Bruno stows me under his bed. He turns my cock sideways to fit it under the bedframe, and then it swings upright burying the tip in his canvas bottom of box spring. Oh, damn, why does being made of rubber make me so sensitive. I wish I could jerk off. I really need to cum. Oh, damn, please, Bruno, please come back!
Of course, Bruno can't hear me.
"Mmmmmoon-uh!" I scream anyway.