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Mark had no way of knowing what time had past since he was in the cage or truck. Being he was gagged, blind folded and not able to hear the only thing he could do was whimper, and wait. Mark tried to sleep but found that the giant plug that was in his ass kept him awake and hard, which he did not understand. The only thing Mark could feel was the transport he was in. Some times it would bounce a bit which pushed the plug in his as in further. Mark then felt a horrific sensation next. He had to piss. Mark could not believe or understand why his cock was betraying him in such a way. First it was getting hard from the man's abuse and now this? Mark held and held as tight as he could but then the truck took a heavy bump when this happened Mark lost all control and pissed. Because his cock was pointed strait up his piss hit his neck and then started to run down his chest and abdomen the warm stream stench did not take long to fill the cage and the transport. Mark could only sit and whimper as the piss dried.
The front of the transport was very high end looking. It had two black leather seats, tented windows, and all the features a man would want. The dash was made of fine oak in it was a monitor that had a live feed from a camera that was connected to the back of the transport. The man driving would look to monitor that his new property was not harmed during the move. The man was dressed in a tight black cotton shirt, and tight faded jeans. He was also wearing dark aviator glasses. On his left wrist was a dark leather band. His hair was dark brown and cut short. "Looks like you pissed 7, great." The man said to him self. The man's body was some thing of a god. His chest was 42' wide, his arms matched his chest. His stomach was flat, his cheek bones defined. He was of the age of 35 but looked 25. As he drove the transport he struggled to keep his eyes off the monitor that showed his captive. Each time he would look his large cock would get hard. "A fuck better get this out." The man said. With that he pulled the transport over to the side of the road. The road was empty and in the middle of the woods. When parked the man pulled out his large cock, he then spit on his hands and looked at the monitor he could see his victim trying to squirm in his bounds. "Squirm all you want 7, but your mine." The man said his spit covered cock. Mark started to squirm as best he could from what the man could see in the monitor. "That's right bitch your mine, mine!" The man said in a deep butch way. After this was said the man ejaculated. His creamy white cum spilled onto the floor of the transport and all over his hands.
Mark felt the truck move yet again, this annoyed Mark for he wanted out of the confinement he was in as hours past Mark just whimpered and pissed on him self. Eventually he past out. Suddenly Mark felt a huge hit of cold water spay him. He awoke but still found that his nightmare was still in present life. Mark moaned as the cold streams of water drenched his body. The water was so hard that the ear muffs were knocked off. "Morning boy!" the man said. Morning he had been in this confinement for 24 hours now? Mark then felt the cage be moved again this time though it felt as if two hands were moving him instead of one. "4 help 6 now." Mark could hear foot steps of another moving towards him at a fast pace. "Sir your trip was well? " He herd a accented voice ask. "It good. Another new piece of meat for help around here. He has some fight but will be a good addition to the family." The man replied. Mark listened as he was being moved. He could feel that he was out side. Natural air felt so good to him right now. This though was short lived Mark could feel his body being moved now inside. The foot steps he herd were one now of bare feet walking on marble or tile. The steps were fast and steady. "In there." He herd the man's voice order. Mark then felt the cage he was in put down. The ground from what he could here was soft all most like carpet. He also herd the cracking of fire. "Polls" he then herd the man bark. Instantly the polls and bindings that were holding Mark in place were all removed very quickly. When removed Mark still did not really move. He then felt a leash being connected to the collar he was wearing. With a quick tug Mark was guided out of the cage. Marks body ached in pain. His cock still hard and stuck to his body burned, his joints and muscles ached from the confinement he was in. Mark stayed though on the ground afraid to stand. "4 tape, and do it quickly." The man said with delight. Instantly Mark felt the tape being cut and pulled from his body before he could resist the tape across his cock was pulled. When the tape came off it felt like little hair from his cock was pulled out. Mark collapsed and screamed in pain.
The man stood there and watched as this happened. 4, a tall, smooth, lean man with green eyes and black hair who looked to be the age of 23 stood and watched. Over his face was a muzzle on his wrists were shackles. Over his cock was a chastity device. Now for the gag and blind fold." 4 ran over like ordered and removed the gag and blind fold from Marks head. When off Mark turned to his side. He spat out a bit of blood and saliva that had built up in his mouth. Mark rubbed his brown swollen eyes. He hardly could speak for his mouth was and throat were dry from all the crying and yelling he had done. Mark though did not feel hard floor but a soft carpet. When Mark was able to gain his vision he found that he was in a room, the walls were lined with red wooden book shelves and a large stone fire place. "Stand." The voice of the man said. Mark got on his hands and knees and turned in the direction that the voice came from. Standing in front of him was the man that was his owner. Brown hair, dark eyes, a chiseled physique this man was now his owner. "My name is Sir. Welcome to your new home." The man said. The man then walked over to Mark and slapped him hard across the face. Mark fell to the floor like the little male bitch shouting.