The cage was a surprise though. He mentally scanned back over the last couple of days. Who could have done this to him? His roommate, who got his first load? Nah, he liked seeing how hard Marc got when he got fucked, saw it as a sign of his conquest. Was it his neighbor? He'd been throwing a party, which had quickly turned into an orgy when a pussyboy in heat had shown up on the door step. A lot of strangers had fucked him there, but he remember at least a couple gay guys showing interest in his dicklet and trying to suck it, though he would always nudge them away from his cock and towards his cunt.
What had happened after that...? There was a guy at the party, yeah, that was it. A guy at the party had told him he knew a place where he could get plenty of cock. He had driven him somewhere, where there had been a bunch of burly, hairy men, each of whom clearly experienced at fucking pussyboys. The guy from the party had collected $5 from any guy who wanted to go into the stall...
And it had been one of the truckers who had left him with this little gift. He remembered the way the man rubbed against his cocklet as he fucked him, he remembered cumming with his hands around the man's back, he remembered panting as the man shot his load inside him. And he remembered his cocklet, soft and spent, being locked in a red plastic cage by the man, who sauntered out of the stall as though nothing had happened.
Marc knew there was only one shot in hell he'd be able to unlock his cock ever, and that was if he found the man again and demanded the key back. Sure, he didn't remember which truck stop it was, and yeah, he didn't really remember what the man looked like, but that wasn't going to stop him from getting fucked by every trucker he could until he could get that key back.
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