Meeting your captor...

Sometime later Jerome's eye lids flutter, slowly his mind awakes as pain throbs in his head. “Awww,,, Awww wha...” Lifting one hand to his head, the pale red haired youth touches the knot on his head. It's swollen and tender making him groan softly, as his fingers explore it slowly. A shiver running through you, as you feel a breeze of cold damp air waft over your naked flesh. Making goose pimples form on your pale skin, as you suddenly realize that your laying naked on your own bed roll. “What the fuck?” You **** sitting up sharply, suddenly aware of the collar around your neck. The heavy chain rattles softly, as you sit up and look around in shock. It take you a moment to remember, that you are under the partly collapsed overpass along the old road way.

“Aahah wake are ya... glad I didn't hit ya to hard.” The voice is deep and raspy, you look around wildly as that voice grunts at you. It takes a moment to see him, sitting back in a dark shadowy corner, yet within easy reach of you. A man maybe your fathers age with a ratty looking beard and long unkempt hair. You instantly feel very **** laying there completely naked, as the stranger sits there starring at you with a faint smile. Quickly your hands drop down to cover your exposed genitals, making your captor chuckle in lewd amusement. “You got a lot of good stuff...” He grunts making you jump in shock, before you saw him gesturing to your gear all carefully laid on the ground just out of your reach. That makes you feel vaguely better, as you have feared he was talking about more personal things. “Where did you get all of this?” He asked with a sly glance over at you, even as you realize that you can't tell him about your home.

“Here... and there.” You lie as best you can, as he looks you in the eyes for a long moment. You can't help noticing his eyes are a strange yellowish color, the big black pupils a strange hourglass shape. You get the unnerving feeling that he is looking into your mind, those eyes are scary and you realize that he is some kind of mutant.

“That's a lie... this is all old world stuff except for the food. It's in amazingly good shape... so you didn't just find it in some hole.” He picked up the small pistol your father had trained you to shoot with, turning it over and over looking at it. “Pre war gun... and you even have bullets for it.” He took the magazine out and lay it beside the handful of loose bullet that had been in your pockets. “You got good pre war stuff... and you didn't hesitate to come in here to get away from the storm. Most folks are afraid of places like this... having all this heavy concrete hanging over their heads scares'em.” He observed with a smirk, sitting your pistol down along side the bullets. “But you... your more afraid of the rad rain. It all adds up to you being a bunker boy, you lived in a bunker all your life.”

“Why am I naked.” You asked, trying to get away from the subject of the bunker as you didn't want to betray them. You would never tell him where the bunker was, you would give your life to protect your home... you family.

“So that I could examine your body... and have my fun.” Your captor answers honestly his grin growing wider, as your cheeks burn with blush at the thought of him admiring your slender naked body. “No scars... no sores... nor radiation burns.” He reached out, slowly running one big dirty hand over the smooth pale flesh of your thigh. His touch making you flinch away from him, yet you can feel your small male organ throbbing under your hands.

“What kind of fun?” You asked shifting you weight around, feeling a uncomfortable ache in your anus. Seeing your look of discomfort he chuckled, and you knew at once what he had meant.

“I've never felt skin so soft... never seen anyone so unblemished.” You shivered in dread, at the look on his leering face and in his strange eyes. “Your pre-war things are valuable... but not as valuable as your body.” He observed with a nasty chuckle, that make icy fear clutch at your heart. “I will keep your things for myself... but I will auction you off to the highest bidder in the **** market in Babili. You are going to make me very wealthy... boi.” You lay there stunned by what you've just heard, before you start struggled to get loose. But the collar and chain around your neck, and the cuff chaining your ankles together. “Stop that... Don't make me hit you again boi.” Your captor growls lifting a long twisted wooden club, plainly that was what he had used on your head earlier. “If your value goes to low... you won't be worth keeping you alive.”