It's time for you to have some fun... "Special" fun...

The events of the last few days have been exhausting for both your body and your mental state.

You were used as meat for fucking by strong and cruel males...

Your tears and pathetic pleas were only a factor that whetted the lustful "appetites" of the bandits who captured you.

You have already been **** to commit several acts that clearly do not correspond to the high moral principles in which you were raised since childhood on the territory of your bunker.

****, theft...

The search for your missing father remains a goal that is far away and extremely difficult to achieve.

It seems that you are now in the power of these cruel and unprincipled thugs-raiders from the Vultures gang...

And you have a choice: to remain a pathetic and helpless victim or to become part of the gang, sacrificing morality and surrendering to the dark sides of your soul, which are becoming stronger every day due to the events that are taking place.

Now you look at these rusty cages in confusion, in which there are frightened and exhausted persons.

Your gaze is fixed on one young guy, who is squatting, clasping his knees with his hands and crying.

He is a little younger than you, probably around 18 years old...

His chestnut-colored hair reaches his narrow shoulders, which shake in time with his sobs...

A mournful expression on his boyish face, on which there are no signs of masculinity such as a mustache or beard...

Tears flow incessantly from his beautiful light-brown eyes down his cheeks, which are covered with a small number of freckles...

Red marks from recent blows of the whip on his smooth young skin...

Bruises and dried blood in cut wounds on his completely naked torso...

You look this young guy straight in the face...

And he notices your attention, moving away to the corner of the cage with obvious horror.

It seems that his premonition was correct.

Looking at his face, noticing his trembling jaw and small slightly upturned nose, hearing his sorrowful sobs and seeing the flow of his tears - you feel how in the depths of your consciousness a strange, previously unknown feeling grows.

Passion for dominance...

You see someone whose fate turned out to be much worse than yours...

Someone weaker and helpless...

Someone over whom YOU can dominate, satisfying your dark lustful desires...

With a gesture of your hand you point in the direction of this **** cage...

Solomon smirks, stroking his lush mustache with his fingers.

His right eye, a light blue shade, examines you with some hidden expression of satisfaction...

The dull yellow and lifeless left eye of Solomon still makes you feel a mixture of disgust and fear.

However, it seems that at the moment you are acting as your "companion" wants...

"Interesting choice Jerome-Toy... Not a girl-whore, but a cute little boy-whore... Well, now you can have some fun! Ha! Ha!" - the mocking words of Solomon reach your ears.

Solomon the Banger approaches the slaver holding the chain and hands him some bottle caps.

You come closer to the rusty metal bars of the **** cage.

"Damn! Fucking bitch! Stop whining! Now you will suck the client's cock! And if the client does not like your efforts, dirty boy-whore, I will make sure that you completely lose that pathetic tiny pseudo-masculine doodah that you have between your legs!" - the curses of the tall and skinny slaver quite clearly hint that he is ready to use the most brutal methods to ensure the profitability of his business.

Looking at the naked body of the sobbing young guy, you notice that between his legs he has a very tiny penis and equally small testicles.

There is almost no hair on his body...

The pathetic and defenseless appearance of this guy is devoid of even a hint of masculinity and self-esteem.

This broken "creature", with horror in the look of beautiful and tearful light brown eyes, submits to the movement of the chain, which is pulled hard by the **** trader.

**** collar...

Metal chain...

Completely naked body...

Human dignity "trampled" and reduced to the level of a frightened animal...

To the level of meat for fucking...

The realization that you can find yourself in a similar situation is frightening.

However, at the same time in this situation there is something... vicious and exciting.

You can now assert yourself and get pleasure at the expense of someone who has fallen below you in the pyramid of domination and submission of this cruel post-apocalyptic world.

You lower the fabric of your pants and take out your small dick, which is clearly starting to get excited. A rush of blood, an erection, the head of your dick increases in size.

"Fuck! Act, brainless animal!" - this time the **** trader's curse is accompanied by a blow from a small narrow whip to the buttocks of the frightened young boy-****.

A cry of pain interrupts the sobs and quiet pleas for mercy...

It seems that this boy-**** was muttering something about mercy and that his relatives would be able to pay a ransom for his release.

No matter...

The movement of the chain forces the young guy, who has fallen to the status of a pathetic ****-bitch, to bring his face very close to the rusty metal bars of the cage.

And, therefore, his face became very close to your dick...

You jerked off your cock a little...

And then, unceremoniously (as if enjoying the rudeness) you shoved the head of your small cock into the half-open mouth of this young guy.

"A tear-stained face, plump scarlet lips, a helpless look of a kneeling and completely naked "fuck meat"... All this is very exciting!" - depraved thoughts arise one after another in your mind.

A stunningly pleasant sensation of a soft pinkish and silky tongue that timidly licks the head of your cock...

The warmth of the wet mouth of this young boy-whore...

At the very first moment of "contact" of your heated flesh, you could not hold back a moan of pleasure.

Soon your hands squeeze between the metal bars of the cage and touch the head of your slut-cocksucker.

Your hands roughly squeeze the head of the boy-whore, forcing him to move his head towards your cock.

Rhythmic movements of the hips...

You simply "string" his head on your cock, forcing the unfortunate pathetic boy-**** to swallow your hard male shaft deep.

You are sexually aroused by the helpless look of the beautiful light-brown eyes of this ****-cocksucker, kneeling in front of you...

The head of your cock, moistened with salty precum, slides along the tongue of the boy-bitch and pounds into the soft flesh of his throat somewhere between the tonsils with such **** that the pathetic young guy's eyes begin to water with redoubled ****.

Your small balls slap his chin again and again. Saliva mixed with pre-cum oozing from your glans penis, squelches in the boyish mouth and bubbles on the plump boyish lips.

After about five minutes of vigorous thrusting and hard sucking – the “load” from your balls “explodes” with several portions of sperm, going straight into the throat of the boy-cocksucker.

You feel a wave of ecstatic pleasure at the moment of the climax of sexual domination over this boy-****.

Your hands continue to hold his head, forcing him to breathe only through his nose and swallow your entire “delicious gift”.

The face of this young guy is wet with tears, saliva and precum…

You see how he makes swallowing movements…

Then you take out your now flaccid dick and slap your dick on the boyish face, smearing saliva, tears and precum.

It seems to give you additional pleasure to see that you are making this cute boyish face even dirtier…

Face of pathetic cocksucking boy-bitch…

Finally, you make this boy-whore lick your dick and your balls thoroughly.

A slap of the dick head right on the plump boyish lips – for goodbye…

Then you pull up your pants.

"Looks like you managed to find a nice cocksucking toy for yourself… Ha! Ha! But now we have to go, Jerome!" - the words of Solomon sound nearby, forcing you to detach yourself a little from the post-orgasm euphoria.

An interesting detail - now Solomon called you simply by name. And not Jerome-Toy as before. It seems that he likes your actions. In order not to be a "toy" yourself, you must dare to be cruel and dominate others. You must make someone weaker your "toy".

You follow Solomon the Banger.

Soon you both leave the market of Little-Rock.

You are approaching the house where the representatives of the Vultures live.

It seems that soon you will become more actively involved in the implementation of the plans of the leader of this gang...