You go to the black car

The blond boy is really nice, but there is a strand that binds you to the mysterious man waiting for you in the black car. You don't know anything about him, only that he has a large and venous cock. Yet this strand wraps you and drags you towards him. Someone would call it fate.

With your heart in your mouth, you go towards the black VOLGA GAZ M21. The reflection of the light on the windshield doesn't allow you to see who is inside. When there are only a few steps left, the driver's door opens and a man comes out. Here is THERULER, finally.

The man is about 50 years old, he is a very tall and muscular male. What strikes you most are his very light blond hair and above all his light, glacial eyes.

He doesn't even greet you, he just says to you: "Now you follow me, faggot" and he walks towards the park. You can't help obeying him. You follow him in the park and through the thickest vegetation. He never turns to check that you are following him: evidently, he thinks that you cannot do anything other than obey him. And it really is.

Finally, he stops and turns to you. With his firm voice, he says, "Now you undress, faggot." For the second time in a few minutes, he gives you an order in this strange way. It is not an order: it is the description of an unavoidable fact. His words don't even foresee the possibility of a revolt, a refusal, even a hesitation. And so, while a part of your brain screams that it is madness, you immediately start taking off your clothes. You stay in underwear and socks. Here, in a city park. Only at this point do you hesitate for a moment and ask: "Should I take everything away?"

He replies relentlessly: "I've already spoken"

You would have preferred a yes or a no, you are not sure of the meaning of his answer. Or more probably you're just trying not to understand in order not to do something you might regret ...