Chad tried to start the car. Nothing happened. He looked at the key. He didn't want to get out and lift the hood.
The drivers door swung open, and Clyde sat down shoving Chad over the shift console and into the passenger seat. He held tiny Chad with his arms pinned, while his other arm secured the seatbelt across his shoulders and lap.
"So happy you dressed for our date," Clyde said. He added with a wicked smile as he reached under Chad's skirt and squeezed his panties, "I just love chicks with dicks. They say, "No," so hard, but their hard cocks betray them. I can feel how badly you want me to pop your cherry. " He started the car and drive off.
After a few moments of silence, Chad said, "The car wouldn't start. How did you start it?"
Clyde laughed, "This is my car now. This is my life now. I'm in the driver's seat. See that key I left in your shoe was a dummy. I left my car unlocked. See, here's the registration," Clyde added tilting down the visit to reveal a clip on registration holder with the registration in Clyde's name, but Chad's home address.
Chad blanched. Not only about the registration reveal, but because he recognized the route Clyde was driving, and he just realized what was sticking out of Clyde's gym bag, which he had tossed in the backseat when he shoved Chad across the console.
Clyde was driving to Chad's "love shack by the lake", and the paddle, whip, and heavy black latex thing sticking out of the overstuffed gym bag looked like Clyde was into bondage. Chad's mind raced. Clyde was so huge. Maybe he could trick the big lug. Play along with the bondage angle, get Clyde to let him lock him up? He'd have to be careful. Clyde probably had trick handcuffs that he knew how to get out of? Chad bit his lip, and glanced at Clyde's crotch. Clyde's legs were spread, and his pants were stretched to reveal a monster erection. Did he really have Chad's cock- old cock? Chad's eyes drifted to his own crotch. The skirt was pulled back, his pink panties were still tented with his now tiny wiener. He bit his lip harder. He didn't want this. He was hard because he was scared. Guys got hard when they were scared, not just when horny, right?
Chad looked over at Clyde's tented pants. Then he looked up at Clyde's grinning face. The car raced up the dark road out of town. Clyde didn't look at all scared.