You lick the truck's floor.

There's no point in getting your hopes up: you find yourself in a situation where you really have ****.

You stare for a moment at the puddle of cum on the filthy floor of the truck, bend over, stick out your tongue, and begin to collect the fuckjuice in your mouth. You imagined yourself feeling disgust, but it's even worse: the taste of balljuice mixes with other nauseous flavors and you gasp.

The short man starts laughing out loud and exclaims, "But he's really doing it! It's really gross! I'll never stick my dick in his mouth again, a mountain of shit is cleaner than this faggot's mouth!"

You feel something fall on your back and the back of your neck as you continue licking the floor. Only after a moment do you realize that the man is spitting on you.

"Tzar, let's leave, if I look at him any longer I'm going to spew on him! Never seen such filth," says the short man. Your captor helps him out of the truck, then closes the door.

You are naked, covered in cum and spit, reduced to cleaning a dirty floor with your tongue. You start punching the truck door. Then, exhausted, you throw yourself on the floor and start crying and masturbating. You don't even know why you got your dick in your hand. But you continue until your cock juice spurts all over your belly. Then you fall asleep.