boystrippedbare: Luke couldn’t believe Dylan had made a pass at his girlfriend. It took some nerve f
boystrippedbare: Luke couldn’t believe Dylan had made a pass at his girlfriend. It took some nerve for a privileged pretty-boy like that to think he had the right to Luke’s girl, in addition to everything else in life. But the girl had done Luke proud, not only tipping him off, but then agreeing, with a devilish smile, to meet Dylan for a hookup in an empty lot. It was easy for Luke to “ambush” the two of them, and drag Dylan kicking and screaming back to the car–with his pants and underwear around his knees, no less, and his hard little dick fully exposed for Luke to mock. Luke was confident he’d never hear a peep from Dylan again once he’d driven the guy home shut in the trunk, and dumped him mostly naked on the lawn to crawl inside. If Dylan wailed as Luke bound his wrists and taped his mouth, he was positively screaming through the tape as Luke prepared to shut the trunk. Luke took a moment to look at his would-be rival, squirming beneath him in vanquished indignity. His girlfriend was right, he thought: Dylan really was beautiful. In fact, Luke figured, if he wasn’t so committed to his girl, he’d love to see this guy stuck on his dick–no doubt making noises much like the whiny protests now thankfully muffled by the tape. The sight of Dylan stripped and bound was really a thing to behold. And Luke grinned as he had an idea. “Alright Dylan, you two-faced piece of shit! Since it bothers you so much, I won’t shut you in here. We can keep the trunk open if it makes you more comfortable. But if I’m gonna do you that favor, you gotta stop all this noise. It’s gonna get on my nerves.” Dylan’s eyes opened wide as Luke spoke, and he promptly began to scream through the tape even louder. The drive home passed through the city center, which would be teeming with people on a Saturday night; Dylan was about to be paraded through the streets all but naked, for everyone to see. Within a half-hour, the entire town would know every tattoo on his torso, every perfect bulge in his six-pack–and, most unbearably, the less impressive outline of his pert little penis, still leaking and jumping like a landed fish. He’d never live it down. Luke smiled triumphantly. “Fuck me, give them an inch and they’ll try to take a mile. I already met you half-way, bud. Let’s get this show on the road.” He gave Dylan’s hard-on a teasing flick and headed toward the driver’s seat, then paused and yelled back. “Gotta warn you though, my girl likes me to be cautious on the roads. So, I tend to drive slow.” -- source link