…did not join us. Apparently he was Dales personal bitch, and would not be joining in the evenings festivities. The big man didnt join us in the hairstyles for teen boys either. He had gone into another room a little further down the corridor. Dale checked the three of us out, and nodded approvingly. He especially liked the Latin kid, touching his cheek and grabbing teen muscle boys ass as we mustered for inspection.
All right, boys. You will all do, just fine! You will strip completely and wait here until that door opens. You will then crawl into the next teen boys sucking with your heads down and your faces hidden. Is that understood? He said, in his hypnotically sexy voice.
We nodded in unison. I was 8 teen boys so turned on by being treated like fucking cattle, like meat at a market. My fear was leaving me, as I anticipated what wonders waited on the other side of the door. Kevin had transformed me into a pig. I thrived hot naked teen boys humiliation, lived to service a dominant master. This would be the ultimate experience, and I silently thanked Kevin for recommending me. The blonde guy started to whimper, shivering in the corner as we undressed. I thought, his crying will probably make him very popular! He will be a very special victim tonight. The door soon swung open, and we dropped to our knees. It was Showtime!
We crawled forward, one at a time through the doorway. The men hooted and whistled as we emerged from the dressing room. We were told to keep our heads down, but judging by the sound of the mob, there were probably at least thirty guys in the playroom. I could only see the boots of th…