You decide not to escape

You so badly want to escape, of course, but the man who kidnapped you has already shown himself to be merciless. What could he do to you if he found out about your escape attempt? Besides, you don't know where you are, you are completely naked--escaping seems like a crazy and impossible idea. It seems wiser to you to wait, hoping that THERULER will soon get tired of holding you captive.

A few minutes pass and a man's shaved head pops up. He is very short, which is why you only see his shaved skull and two nervous eyes. Behind him is THERULER.

The newcomer looks at you for a moment and then asks THE RULER, "Is this it? I was hoping for a younger, cuter guy..."

THERULER answers nothing.

The man enters the truck: he is really short, about 35 years old, two big mustaches make him look like a cartoon character. He walks up to you, looks at you a little disappointed. You don't know how to react, you remain motionless on your knees. He turns to THERULER and asks him, "Mouth, ass... I can stick it anywhere I want, right? Always the same price?"

THERULER nods with a vaguely bored air, "You can fuck him any way you want. The ass is already lubricated."

The mustachioed man wrinkles his nose, "Ah, his ass has already been stuffed? I don't stick my dick in other men's cum though, no no no. I will only use his mouth, but you have to give me a discount at this point."

THERULER looks at him with pity and replies, "Half. But I want you out of here in fifteen minutes maximum."

The mustachioed man now looks very satisfied. He comes in front of you, unzips his jeans and pulls out a soft but sizable penis: it is very wide, long, veiny. You open your eyes wide in surprise. The man chuckles, "Have you seen the midget what a horse cock he has? Did you think I was micro-endowed? Maybe you're one of those assholes who call me a dwarf or half a man, but instead I'm much more of a man than you shitheads! Never be prejudiced, my friend."

He takes another step toward you, presses your head to bring it up to the height of his pubis, forcing you to get on all fours, and begins to smack your cheeks with his soft cock. It is so big that it hurts a little, and it hurts even more as it hardens.

When he is almost erect, he points his knob between your lips and starts thrusting. You know you have ****: you open your mouth and start licking the tip of his cock. He pushes, wanting to put it all in your mouth.

You struggle, both because of the size of that cock and because you are in a very uncomfortable position. His cock slams like a battering ram against the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He continues regardless of your difficulties. You finally manage to move your head a little to ease the path of that equine cock, which finally manages to slide down your throat. You feel his big hairy balls slamming into your chin, while your now tear-filled eyes visualize only the blurry pink mass of his belly rhythmically slamming into your nose.

Time never seems to flow; you're afraid you won't make it, that you'll suffocate to ****.

Then finally the man releases his grip and suddenly pulls his dick out of your mouth, exclaiming, "Now I'm going to cum!"

You stand there, your mouth wide open: you know he will take the opportunity to fill it with cum, but you need too much to regain oxygen. With one hand you wipe the tears from your eyes and go back to see. And what you see surprises you. The mustachioed man doesn't point his cock at you, but with a great satisfied groan he begins to cum on the filthy trunk floor.

His choice leaves you surprised, until the man points to the puddle of thick spunk on the floor and says, "Now you lick it all off."