Then I suddenly realized that I was supposed to be right back to my dorm room. Bobby was waiting for me! Oh Fuck! I was in even deeper shit! Would my life ever get back to normal, I wondered as I struggled to get dressed quickly. Fuck, what was going to be normal for me, anyway?
I couldn't run because of the damn tape, so I tried to walk fast. I was also trying to cover up the wet spot on the front of my shirt (Bobby's shirt). I hustled and saw on a clock as I past that I was already 10 minutes late and would be later, by the time I reached my room.
I got to the room, and knocked on the door, because I had no key. Bobby opened the door and for the first time I really saw him angry. "Where the fuck have you been?" He yelled as I walked into the room. He left the door open as I tried to catch my breath.
"Strip!" he said, as I stood there. I blushed and started pulling off the shirt and trying to get out of the pants all at the same time. I got tangled up and had to stop and do the shirt and then started on the shorts. As I dropped the shorts, someone walked by the open door and looked in. I blushed knowing they could see the duct tape on my abdomen. But Bobby didn't seem to care. They walked on by.
I pulled down the briefs and stood up with my dick still rigid and stuck to my stomach. He looked at me and then closed the door. I started to turn and go to the bed, when he said, "What the fuck happened to your ass?"
I tried to stammer out an answer, when he said, "Forget it. You can tell me in the car. We are late." He walked over and grabbed one edge of the duct tape and yanked. I yelped in agony as the tape ripped away from my body. I could tell that he meant for it to hurt. He was not being gentle at all. I now had red marks across my abdomen and I was sure on the bottom of my cock shaft.
"Now put this on." He handed me a pair of shorts, very lose fitting shorts, a tank top and then pointed to my flip-flops. I started to ask about the tape on my balls, but decided it would be in my best interest not to mention it. I quickly got into the clothes and had to hold the shorts up, so they wouldn't fall down.
"Let's go." He grabbed the keys, and I saw, my wallet. He opened the door and rushed out. I quickly followed him and closed the door. He was rushing as he headed down the stairs and out to the car.
In the car, he didn't say anything; he started it, threw it in gear and headed out. "Now, what the fuck happened to you and why are you late!" He looked over at me. "Answer me! And you will be punished for being late." He looked at me again. "And you ass may get even redder when I am done with it."
I started telling him the incident with Kevin and then Professor Welsh, but he kept interrupting, asking questions and more details. Like what did Kevin say specifically that he liked to do? And what did his cock look like and what did he look like, etc. What was it like to feel an uncut cock? Had he ever sucked cock? Had he ever been fucked? Describe the plunger story in more detail. All these questions did not help my situation at all; my cock only swelled more and dripped some more. I could still feel where he had ripped the duct tape off. And my ass hurt, it burned, having to sit on it and feeling every bump in the road.
He did the same when I got to the part about Professor Welsh. Asking me for exactly the words he used. When I finished he pulled over to the side of the road, stopped the car and looked me in the face. "Monday, you are going to go into his office. You are going to tell him that your Master said that you are not allowed to follow his instructions. And that if he has a problem with that, he is to call me." I looked at him in shock. I couldn't tell a Professor that!
He saw the doubt in my face. "You will do it. This is not a test, but if you don't then we are finished. You will not serve two masters. I am your master, do you agree?"
"Yes, Sir." I spoke plainly.
"And you do whatever I say, not matter what, right?" He was surveying my face as I answered.
"Yes, Sir."
"And you trust me, right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You trust me with your cock?" I answered yes and he continued a list and I answered yes each time. "With you balls? With your ass? With your mouth? With your nipples? With your eyes? With your life?"
The last one made me hesitate a beat, but I answered, "Yes, Sir," not quite as forcefully as I had answered the others.
"So you will march in there Monday and tell him what I have told you to say?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good."
He put the car in gear and he drove off. I swallowed and wondered what I had just agreed to.
He stopped on a side street and told me to get out. I did and he walked up to an adult bookstore. He told me I was to go in and go up to the clerk, and then to follow the clerk's instructions.
My stomach was doing summersaults. I had always had an aversion to adult bookstores. I was always sure people would see me going in and recognize me and think I was some kind of pervert going in there. I opened the door and went in. It had the bright lights and disinfectant smell, typical of adult bookstores. At least the few that I had been to.
I swallowed and felt my pulse pounding in my temples as I looked for the clerk. He was a young guy in his early 20's. I had mostly seen old guys in the ones I had been in. He had a pierced eyebrow and black hair, so dark it looked dyed. He looked up as I walked up to the counter. He smiled and said, "Hey, you're Dave Sullivan. I have you in one of my classes at the university."
Oh Fuck! The guy knew who I was! Shit! My stomach was churning and not only was I blushing but I felt sweat pop out on my forehead.
"Hey, I have some stuff put aside for a guy. Is this stuff for you?" He asked and seemed incredulous.
"I, ah, I, ah, guess so." I swallowed hard and tried not to look him in the eyes and I spoke. "I was supposed to see the clerk and get some stuff."
"Oh, your "Master" sent you in?" He smirked. He was not making this any easier; in fact he was making me very embarrassed.
"Ah, Yes," I mumbled, still trying to hold up my shorts.
"Well, Dave, I have to measure you for a couple of the items, so you want to come back here, or you want to do it in the shop where everyone can see?" Shit, him using my name was definitely now helping the situation. I looked around and saw that there were 3 other guys in the store. I blushed, as one looked my way.
Of course, I was not going to get measured in the shop. But I had no idea what he was going to measure. "In the back."
He lifted the counter top and led me through to a little office behind the counter. He had a bag of stuff. He looked inside and snickered again. "Okay, let's get you measured for a cock ring," he said as he pulled a cloth measuring tape from a drawer. He looked at me when I didn't move. "Okay, if I am going to measure you for a cock ring, Dave, I need to see your cock."
I know I couldn't get any redder or hotter, but I felt sweat dripping down from my armpits. I let go of my shorts and they slid down my legs and then I lifted my shirt revealing my hard cock. I kept thinking that I was doing this for Bobby. But my heart continued to thud in my chest as he looked at my cock. I felt like he was making comparisons to other cocks he had seen.
He took hold of it and I shuddered again and my cock dripped. "Whoa, there Dave. I am not here to do anything other than measure it! Ease up, there Dave!" He gripped it again, and said, "And no hair. Shaved. Your master, must like you smooth. And look at that tape around your nut sack!" I hated the fact that he knew my name and was holding my cock. I looked at the ceiling while he took the tape and wrapped it around the base of my shaft and below my balls.
He took his time and I was sure it was to increase my discomfort. He finally, let go of my cock and I dropped my shirt and reached to pull up my shorts and hold them up. "Well, I guess that's okay. Normally, the guy wants to try it on, but with you already hard, it would be really difficult to get it on." He opened up a drawer and pulled out a metal ring and added it to the bag.
"Now let's see if this fits." He reached in and pulled out some contraption with a ball and bands and leather. "Turn around," he instructed. I did as he said, still feeling the sweat pouring down my sides from my pits, and drops rolling into my eyebrows. He took the thing and put it around my head, "Now open your mouth." I did and he put the ball in my mouth and then made adjustments to something behind my head. It was a gag!
"Yeah, that will do just fine, Dave." He told me to turn back around after he removed it. He took out something and I saw it was wrist cuffs with leather and then what had to be matching ankle cuffs. Then a big dildo, one of the largest I had seen. It definitely looked bigger than Bobby. I was crimson and trying not to look at him as he pulled items from the bag, a bottle of KY warming gel, clamps that had to be for nipples, some padlocks, and chain, and vibrator and a candle and some kind of whip and straps. My cock jumped in my pants and I started sweating more.
He put it all back into the bag and said, "Okay, I think that's it. Dave, it looks like you will be all set for your master." Flush of heat washed over my body. "Lots of toys for a great time." He led me out of the tiny office.
He went to the register after letting me out from behind the counter. In a moment he said, "That will be $157.50." And he looked at me.
First the amount made my heart race again. That was almost a month's worth of spending money for me. I felt my back pocket. No wallet and then remembered that Bobby had it. "I have to, ah, go out to the car. I, ah, left my wallet in it."
"Yeah, whatever Dave, just hurry back sweetie for your toys." He said loud enough that I am sure that everyone in the store could hear him. I held onto my pants and went outside to the car.
"I need my wallet, please, sir," I added Sir as I remembered. He took my wallet out of his back pocket and handed it to me. He didn't say a word; he just had that Fucking Bobby smile on.
I walked back into the store and went up to the clerk. I took out my debit card and gave it to him. As he took it I realized that this was going to show up on the bank statement and I would have a hell of a time explaining that to my folks who managed the account and made sure funds were in it. Oh, Fuck me!
It seemed to take forever for him to complete the transaction. When I had signed the ticket, since he didn't have one of those number pads, I heard, "Where do you keep your paddles?" It was Bobby's voice. I hadn't heard him come in.
"Right over there against that back wall," the clerk pointed. Bobby took me by the bicep and led me over to that section. "Which one do you like?" he asked.
There were big fraternity style paddles, black paddles with holes in them, ping-pong paddles, and a clear acrylic one, shaped like a ping-pong paddle. I pointed to that one. Bobby took it off the wall, smacked his hand with it a couple of times. "Turn around," he said. I looked at him wondering what he was going to do. But I found myself turning around.
He lifted my shirt and then told me to release the waist of my pants. He then told me to bend over. He caught my shorts just below my butt and told me to hold them there. Then he used the paddle on my ass. Since it was already sore from the Professor's ruler, this really hurt. I yelped with the first smack. It was a loud crack and not only did it sting something fierce, but I was sure that everyone could hear it. He told me to bite my tongue and not to cry out again. He did this 9 more times. By the last one, I was sure I had bitten the inside of my mouth all the way through, trying not to make any noise.
He dropped my shirt and told me to pull up my pants. Then he told me to go pay for the paddle. I went back up to the front and told the guy I wanted to pay for the paddle. I know tears were streaming down my face. "Looks like you found a good paddle, Dave." I looked down and knew I was going past red to purple with shame and humiliation. "How did it work?"
Bobby answered, "Really good."
"Can I see?" the clerk asked.
"Davey, turn around and show the clerk you bottom."
"Yes, sir." I turned lifted the back of my shirt and then slid my shorts down to just below my ass. Why was I doing this, my mind kept asking.
"See," Bobby said.
"Yeah, looks like Davey got his butt paddled real good." He did something on the register and I heard, "That will be $29.85."
I pulled up my pants, dropped my shirt and reached for my wallet. I realized then that 2 guys in the store had walked up and obviously looked at my ass. I handed my card over to the clerk, who said, "Dave Sullivan, you sure are racking up the charges for a college student." He was not only announcing my name but also telling everyone where I lived. I was going to crawl into a hole and die. I just wanted to get out of the store.
I signed the receipt, put my card back into the wallet and the wallet in my pocket. The clerk then handed me the bag in such a way that I had to use two hands to grab it. Without thinking I reached for the bag and my shorts fell to the ground. One of the guys laughed and pointed to my hard cock, while the other guy just looked at my cock and licked his lips. I was too embarrassed to even register what they looked like, I just saw the look in their eyes and wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I sat the bag down, grabbed my shorts and pulled them up. Held them with one hand and managed to get the bag against me with the other.
Bobby led the way out of the store and back to the car. Outside the car, Bobby took the bag from me and said, "Strip." I was shocked and scared and going to have a heart attack and I don't know what else. I imagined the police arresting me for indecent exposure and going to jail and my parents being called and being expelled from the university. I don't know what all else, but in the space of about 5 seconds standing there I saw my whole life crumble and collapse.
But for some unknown fucking reason, I dropped my pants and pulled off my shirt. I stood naked on a public sidewalk. I had done it for Bobby, because he asked me to. I didn't look left or right, but just at Bobby, but tears started rolling down my face. "Okay, you can get into the car, but no clothes." I yanked open the door and jumped into the car and closed the door as quickly as I could. My heart was still hammering in my chest and my breathing was getting faster as well. And suddenly I was shivering. It was a warm afternoon and I had just been sweating but my whole body was shivering and shaking and my teeth were chattering.
Bobby picked up my clothes and then walked over to the driver's side, opened the door, threw my clothes and the bag behind the seat and got in. He looked at me, before he started the car. He saw my condition and said, "Calm down! Take a deep breath! The cops are not here and they aren't going to arrest you!" How the fuck did he know what I was thinking! Was the guy a fucking mind reader now?
I tried to get myself under control, not only because Bobby told me to, but for my own sanity. But sitting naked in a car, parked along a public street was not helping things. I wanted to cover my crotch so bad. I knew Bobby wouldn't allow it. Finally, I said through chattering teeth, "Can we drive, rather than sit here?"
In answer, Bobby started the car, and pulled out onto the street. I was hugging myself trying to warm up and calm down. Bobby would look over at me now and then as he drove along. My ass was on fire and hurt like hell, my dick was hard and sweat had washed down the sides of my body and now I was still shivering. I know tears had dried on my face.
I reached and turned on the heater and then tried to take deep breaths and calm down. I began to breathe easier and my heart began to slow down. I was still shaking. I was still shocked at what had just happened. I had been recognized, paddled on my bare ass in a public place and then completely exposed when my shorts dropped to strangers. My heart started racing again. My stomach was rolling and I was feeling very sick.
"Calm down!" Bobby admonished in a very stern tone. He looked at me, he told me later that I was white as a sheet and that my eyes looked wild. "Davey, the clerk had never seen you before, I gave him your name and told him what to say." He looked at me, and my eyes got really round and my mouth went to a big "O".
Then I said, "Pull over!" He kept driving. "No, really, pull over now! I am going to be sick!"
Bobby pulled over to the side of the road in an industrial area. I opened the door and leaned out and puked my guts out into the gutter. I had three or four retching bouts, before I could begin to breathe and get air. My eyes were streaming and my stomach was still spinning and whirling and I wasn't sure I was done.
When I could breathe, I noticed that Bobby was standing next to me, outside the car, holding my head. "It's okay. It's okay."
I sat back in the car and leaned my head back against the headrest. And tried to get myself together. Bobby used my t-shirt to wipe my face. Then he closed the door and walked back over to the driver side and got in.
He sat there and looked at me for a long time. I kept my eyes closed, but knew he was looking at me. I was trying to reconnect with my body. By heart was calming down and my breathing was getting back to normal and I thought my stomach might settle down. My mouth tasted like Tony's ass or at least what I imagine it would be like. I chuckled at that picture. I realized my cock was soft.
I sat for several minutes like that and Bobby didn't say anything. Then I decided that I wouldn't say anything until he did. I was upset with what had gone on. I found it exciting too, but maybe too exciting. It had really rankled my nerves. I found it edgy, but maybe too edgy. Thinking back on it, I know my cock enjoyed the exposure and the humiliation. It always did. But the panic of being sure I was going to be arrested or caught out or outed or something had pushed me over the edge.
And then when Bobby told me the guy didn't know me, but now he did, cause Bobby had given him my name and oh shit; I didn't want to go down that line again. But at that point it had become too much and I had lost it, literally.
I felt Bobby put his hand on my thigh. It was so incredibly warm and it started making me tingle all up and down my leg. I could feel my cock begin to swell. I wanted to take his hand and throw it back at him, but knew I couldn't do that. And besides I really liked the feeling of it there.
After a minute or so, he moved his hand down to my inner thigh, close to where my balls lay. I was very sensitive in that area and immediately my cock throbbed and gained in size. I felt his other hand then. Both hands were now working on the tape around my balls. But this time he was gentle as he removed the tape. It took him some time to get it off slowly without ripping it off, but without any hair there it was much less painful than it could have been.
My cock was now back to being rock hard after all that touching and manipulation. "Open your eyes," Bobby said, in a gentle voice.
I opened my eyes and looked around. We were in some industrial section of the town; it was late afternoon. I started to get nervous about being seen again, but Bobby said, "Easy does it. Relax. Now do whatever it was you did when you controlled your cock. Only this time do it with your eyes open."
I took a couple of deep breaths calming myself again. I tried imagining my hiking spot, but it was very difficult with my eyes open. But then I focused on the sounds I would normally hear: birds, wind, water rushing in the creek. And I was beginning to see the spot in my mind. I guess my eyes were unfocused because I wasn't really seeing anything in front of me, only what was going on in my head.
I had flashes of paddles or rulers or cock, but tried to maintain the focus. And soon I was not only hearing all the sounds, but seeing them as well and then really began to look around me and see the flowers and the stream and mountains. I took a deep breath of fresh mountain air and smiled as I surveyed my location.
I stayed there for a while - it seemed like an hour or so, when I heard Bobby say, "Way to go! You did it! I am so proud of you! You really did great!" He was pounding me on the back. I looked down and saw my cock was relaxed and laying over my balls. I didn't know how long it would stay that way, but it had gone down.
I looked over at him and he was beaming. "Does that mean I get my clothes back now?" I asked.
He laughed, a big guffaw, he laughed and laughed. "I like that! That was funny." He looked at me and saw the look on my face. "What, I thought you got turned on riding around town naked." He looked down at my lap. "Looks like your cock likes the idea." He was right, I looked down and sure enough it was swelling. Traitor, I wanted to say.
"Are you feeling better now?" he looked at me when he asked the question. And he sounded sincere.
"Yes, No," I said confused.
He turned towards me and looked at me then, very closely. "What's going on?" He looked at my face. "You're mad again, aren't you?" He watched my face. "You didn't like being played with. The clerk and all of that really got you going and you were hard as a rock and your heart was racing and you were panicking because he knew you and where you lived and what you were buying and what you were - are." He waited to see my answer.
"Yes,"
"And that really messed with your mind and your body went to overdrive with panic, adrenaline, and heart racing. And then I told you he didn't know you before and that let some of the air out of the whole situation and you lost it. You were mad at me and worried and nervous and it got to your stomach and you lost it literally." He looked at me squarely in the eyes. "Am I right?"
"Yes," was all I could say, he had nailed it. He knew exactly what was going on in my head. I know he had told me several times that he had been through what I was going through, but I just had a difficult time believing it.
"And, you have had this conversation in your mind several times about what the hell is going on in your life and what does this make you and you worry constantly about what this means about you and what if someone found out and your life would be over, etc. etc. Am I right?"
I looked up at him with real awe and wonder. The guy WAS a fucking mind reader!
"No, I can't read your mind. That IS what you were thinking right?" He smiled. "No, silly, I keep telling you, I have been where you are. I know what you are feeling. I went through it with my uncle."
"How did you know all this about me? How did you know I would want this, need this, desire this - this humiliation, control, debasement, this hunger, craving, this insatiable hole in my being?" Wow, had I really been able to put that into words?
"When we were first working out, you were very receptive to any suggestions I made about working out, no matter how difficult or how strenuous they were. You followed me around like a lost puppy. And you probably didn't realize it but your eyes were always on my body." He looked at me while I digested that.
"And then that day in the locker room, when I first pissed on you, I then told you to jack off for me and you did. I knew you were so much like I was."
I was so shocked that my desires were so apparent to him. But I had another thought. "Have you done this with other guys? You know, controlled them and made them do things for you."
"Yes, there have been several guys." My heart sank, he wasn't doing this to me because I was special to him, he just liked doing it.
He must have seen something in my face, because he said, "But! And I say but! I never had anyone who I wanted so much to see go through this process and succeed." He looked at me again, right in the eyes. "You don't understand, do you?
"Some of the guys I have worked with just want to be dominated no matter what. They don't want to learn control of themselves and their lives. They just want to live as a slave to someone else, to let someone make every decision for them. Someone to use them and abuse them, because that's all they think they are worthy of.
"But you, you are different. First of all, you should already realize this, but I care about you." I looked up at him; I had been looking down again. "I do. It means a lot to me that you do the things that I want you to do and that you are eager to do them. But you also seem to want to learn to control the sensations to make them work for you, to explore them, to expand them, to make them mean something. Right?"
I had never thought about it in that way - but yes! "But you constantly worry about what kind of person that makes you and what will people think."
"Yes," I said aloud this time, looking down again.
"Look me in the eye!" I looked up.
"It makes you, you! And who gives a flying fuck what anyone thinks of you, the most important thing is that you are fine with yourself. That you like who you are and what you do. If you are honest with yourself, then others will see the confidence in yourself and that is what will matter.
"Who cares what the clerk at the adult bookstore thinks, or the guy at the store on campus that you showed your cock to, or the guy that saw you lick my cock. What does their opinion matter?
"And, besides, if you have all those things, then you can have me."
That was a huge shock. My mouth flew open and tears rolled down my face. Did he really mean this, or was this one of his ploys.
"Yes, I mean it, damn it! Saturday night, you will meet my uncle and you will have a final test of yourself and your control. When that is over, we will go off and really get to know each other. You think you do now, having seen every inch of my body, but you don't know all of me.
"I wasn't going to tell you all this until Saturday night. But seeing your reaction again today, I knew I had to talk to you." He took my by the chin and held it for a moment.
"Now I have a small reward for you. I don't want to get mushy here and we have some work to do. You have a couple more challenges that I would like to see you complete and a bit more work on control to try, before the day is over. So let's not talk about this again until Saturday night.
"I am in charge, right?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"And you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir!
"And you will do anything I ask of you?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Anything?"
I swallowed, "Yes, Sir!"
"And you are going to puke all over the place again, right?"
"No, Sir!"
"Okay, then let's go." He put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. "And take this mint, so you don't smell like the bottom of a garbage pile!" he said as he hand me an Altoid.
He drove for a bit and pulled up to a picnic area in an out of the way location. He got out of the car, grabbed my shorts from the back seat and put them on the roof of his car. Then he took of his shirt and dropped his shorts and pulled on the ones I had worn. He, too, had to hold the waist to keep them up. I couldn't believe that he had just dropped his pants there in the open. It made my cock jump.
He tossed me the shorts and shirt he had taken off. "Here put these on," he instructed. I was really confused, but still in the seat, I slipped on the shorts and lifted my butt to pull them up. I tucked my cock in; fastened them and then pulled on the polo shirt.
"Come on, let's go over here." He walked over until he was on the far side of the picnic table. He told me to sit on the table. "Okay, here's the reward and the rules." He stood there in front of me holding up his pants with one hand. He looked so gorgeous!
"You get to tell me to do anything you want for five minutes. You can't fuck me. Not because I don't want you to, but because rule two is you cannot cum. And knowing you, it wouldn't take much of that to make you cum." He looked at me and smiled his smile.
"We can't leave this area and you cannot leave a permanent mark on me. But other than that, I am pretty much yours." He stood there looking at me. And I sat there looking at him, my mind whirling with possibilities. I continued to wonder and contemplate. "Your five minutes started 20 seconds ago," he said looking at his watch.
My heart raced, "Raise your arms and put your hands behind your head." He did and the shorts dropped to his ankles. His cock was not hard; mine would have been rock hard.
"Make yourself hard," I expected him to use his hands, but after a moment, his cock started to swell and soon it was standing out from his crotch. I was dumbfounded. The guy was standing in a park, totally naked with his cock hard. Now I admit that there was no one around, but that wouldn't have mattered to me. And the control he had over his cock, to not be hard and then to be able to get hard.
I realized my time was ticking away. "Come over here and kneel down," I instructed. He came over and knelt down in front of me. He kept his hands on the back of his head. His cock was now pointing up and very hard. I saw it jerk a couple of times.
I stood up on the seat of the picnic table, looked around, unzipped my shorts and pulled out my rigid cock. I pushed it down a bit and then concentrated and finally got a stream going and pissed on him. "Open your mouth." He did and I filled it with piss and then continued to cover him from head to knees in piss.
He knelt there and took it. Not one hesitation or flinch. He was definitely showing me how this could be done. He was sitting the bar very high for me. I knew it was going be difficult to live up to these standards.
He continued to kneel there and it couldn't be comfortable. But didn't even grimace. He just looked straight ahead. "Jack off." He didn't even hesitate. He grabbed his cock and started stroking. I was truly amazed. I would be dieing, but he just knelt there and stroked his cock. I was mesmerized, he was so great to look at, and to see him doing this in a public location outside blew me away.
Soon, I could tell by his expression that he was getting close. "Catch it in your hand, when you shoot." He grunted assent and continued to pump his cock. Soon he was moaning and really fisting his cock. He held out his hand and started shooting rope after rope into his hand. His body convulsed as he pumped out cum into his hand.
He squeezed out the last of it, held out his hand and looked at me. My mouth watered. "Lick it off your hand, but don't swallow it." He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Then looked at me.
"Stand up," he did, "Now come here." He moved closer and I leaned out and kissed him and stuck my tongue in his mouth and sucked his cum out of his mouth. I held the kiss as long as I could and then released him.
He looked at his watch and said, "Times up." He stepped back, his cock deflating as he reached down and picked up the shorts. He held them out to me. "Strip and put these on."
He was back in the driver's seat again, telling me what to do.
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