I had often masturbated to the thought of Chris using me for his own pleasure. I wasn’t gay, but had jacked off to many gay thoughts in the past. Ch...is used to keep a large porno collection when we were in high school, and I guess I must have just gotten lost in the thought of Chris, of all people, sexually controlling me. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just mumbled “Are you serious”Chris replied “Dan, I’m as serious as a car crash. Strip out of your clothes and kneel before me.”I was in. I showed up one afternoon right after school looking forward to getting my lap dance. I rang the doorbell and she greeted me at the door wearing cute little outfit and told me that she hadn't changed for me yet. She sat me on the bed grabbed some stuff from her closet and went to the bathroom. When she walked out she was wearing a low-cut shirt showing her amazing cleavage as her breasts are pushed together with her bra. She had on a short skirt that wasn't tight, but that's because it was only. Jenni looked at me sternly. "Dale, this can be as miserable anexperience as you want to make it, but listen to me. This is nothingmore than a costume. You are doing your sister a favor, nothing more. Ididn't tell anyone, and I assume you didn't. Now you can either makethis the worst night of your life, or you can think what a great personyou are for helping out your s*s."I grunted neutrally. Jenni directed me to go take a shower and shave mylegs and armpits."Shave my legs? No way!" C'mon Dale,. Couldn't help myself it seemed. We ended up arriving at our destination sooner than I expected. He came to the back door, and before I could see him I was whacked with something, passing out. I awoke inside some sort of dark room. The sky outside could be barely seen – seemed like he took me to somewhere in the country. I could feel a breeze, and something tight around my neck. I wasn't bound any more on my wrists and ankles. I stumble forward, only to be yanked back by whatever was around my.