You have to go where your "friends" want you to go.

The logical choice would be to travel with your new friends to their home. This decision allows you to build stronger relationships, learn about their culture and way of life, and potentially find safety and shelter. Wandering the wastelands naked could lead to various dangers such as exposure, predators, and dehydration... not to mention psychological challenges. By choosing to accompany your new companions, you demonstrate wisdom, courage, and a desire for survival. However, this doesn't mean there won't be exciting adventures and interesting encounters along the way! You might face unexpected challenges together, uncover hidden secrets, and discover your true self through these experiences.

You and your new "friends" had to walk for a long time...

Pain in the body, meager food, lack of water, difficult terrain among rocks, thorny bushes and dirty ancient ruins...

Periodically kicks on your ass, slaps on the back of the head and threats with weapons reminded you that an attempt to escape could lead to very sad consequences for you.

Finally, after a couple of days of walking in the western (or north-western?) direction, you reached your destination.

As you entered the small walled town with your new 'friends,' you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that lingered in the pit of your stomach. The arrangement they had made clear wasn't what you wanted, but at this point, you were willing to put up with anything just to survive. Your heart raced as you walked through the narrow streets, lined with dilapidated buildings that seemed to whisper tales of hardship and struggle.

Upon reaching their home, which turned out to be a modest house near the edge of the town, you were introduced to the rest of the group. They were a motley crew, each bearing scars of past battles both physical and emotional. Despite the tense atmosphere, they welcomed you warmly, offering food and drink to ease the tension.

That night, as everyone settled down to sleep, you lay awake on your makeshift bed, listening to the distant sounds of the night. You knew tomorrow would bring its own set of trials, but for now, you found solace in the fact that you weren't alone anymore. And perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope for something better amidst the chaos.

A young lad walked over and sat down on your bunk, smiling at you looked at him curiously. "Hi I'm Dale…" He introduced with a grin, running his fingers through your hair. "So yer the new toy… I'm glad that use to be my position. And before me it was Ren over there." He gestured over his shoulder to a skinny guy with a shaved head, who was nursing a bottle of ****.

Taken aback by Dale's forwardness, you hesitated before responding. "I'm… I'm not sure what to call myself right now," you said cautiously, trying to keep your emotions in check. It was clear that you were entering into a situation where your value was based on your ability to fulfill someone else's desires. But at the same time, you needed to stay strong and maintain some semblance of dignity.

Dale chuckled darkly, running his hand through your hair again. "Well, don't worry about it too much. We'll teach ya everything ya need ta know." His words held a hint of menace, but also a strange sort of comfort. In this harsh world, maybe belonging to someone, even if it meant being their plaything, was better than facing the unknown alone.

With a deep breath, you decided to focus on surviving and making the best of this situation. After all, every experience, no matter how uncomfortable, brought you one step closer to understanding the complexities of this new world.

"Yer part of the gang now…" He gestured to the five other males in the room, along with a big slobbery dog who seemed friendly enough. "I didn't get to do this much before… since I was the butt boi and all." Dale unzipped his ragged, dirty old jeans, pulling his thin uncircumcised dick out. "How about you suck me?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at Dale's exposed member. Part of you felt disgusted and violated, while another part understood that refusing could have dire consequences. With a heavy sigh, you steeled yourself and slowly leaned forward, taking his penis into your mouth.

As you began to service him, you couldn't help but feel degraded and humiliated. But you told yourself that this was temporary – a means to an end. You focused on the sensation of his flesh against your tongue, blocking out the voices in your head telling you that this wasn't what you wanted or deserved.

Meanwhile, the others watched intently, their expressions ranging from amusement to anticipation. "Ammm…Wow yer lip's are so soft… yer mouth is so hot." Dale stroked your hair gently, as he leaned back against the wall watching you pleasure him. "Ahaha… fuk that feels sooo good… Damn you really know how to suck a dick."

Despite his praise, you couldn't escape the bitter taste in your mouth. But you continued until he reached climax, swallowing his release as proof of your submission. As he pulled away, you wiped your mouth on the sleeve of your shirt, feeling dirty and used.