I didn’t know what to say so I let him continue, while I sucked on my now warming beer.That’s when I remembered Gina’s warning.Part of me wanted...to stop him but part me didn’t.I stopped him by getting up and going indoors for more cans for the cooler.This time Bourbon and dry cans.When I sat back down nothing was said.In time I offered him another can which he took.We soon smoked some more weed and I feel drowsy again.I kept hearing Gina in my head.“Don’t let him turn you into faggot while I’m. Would they “out” him to everyone at work, despite their assurances that they wouldn’t do so? He imagined at the very least that they would make fun of him on the sly, and worried that others might catch on. But for now, he was mainly worried about being able to handle three more cocks.He managed to get through it, though.John came in next. He seemed a bit intoxicated, and Steffie assumed he’d already downed several beers. Steffie barely had time to say, “Hello, Master John, may I please suck. A strange voice said, “I told you to shut the fuck up”. Then I heard a thud. “Don’t hurt him”, I yelled.“Too late, dump him over there”. I heard what sounded like a body being dragged across the floor.Then I felt the tip of a knife press against my cheek. “Keep quiet and do what you’re told and you won’t be hurt”“Tony, zip-tie him to that chair”. “No name’s, idiot” came the reply. Then I heard a zip-tie pulled tight. “Ok, just don’t hurt me”,“What a slut, looks like our lucky day”, came a. We heard a voice that spoke, "Hello? anyone in there? hello?" we remained quiet, trying to slow down our breathing as we froze looking at eachother. Again they spoke, "Hello.... excuse me..." We didn't say anything and after a long minute later, the foots steps seemed to walk away as they grew lighter. Knowing they were leaving I started to fuck his ass again, nice and slow but picking up the pace as the footsteps went further away. We heard the door open and close and then the car started and.