BULL SHARES BOY
I glanced over at Al as he drove the truck, still smiling after his first blow job of the trip. We had barely pulled out of the weigh station after crossing the Border when he pulled his cock out and told me to get to work. He wanted to see just how many loads I could take this weekend.
It was so hot bouncing along the highway, leaning over the seat with his big cock in my mouth, milking him. He kept his hand on my hair, letting me work on it for as long as I wanted. He pulled me off to see how long he could go, so I edged him for a long while until I told him I wanted it. He groaned loudly and held my head on it.
“Take this first one down your throat boy. There’s so much more to come this weekend!” He heard me gag but didn’t let up and fed me his tasty load. One in my gut, but the next one would be dumped in my sweet little hole he had told me.
I still couldn’t believe my mom didn’t bat an eye when I told her I was going away for the weekend with friends, while Al and I had planned it all in just two days for me to escape with him. He told me I had been such a good boy it was time to see me in action. He was proud of me, he told me and wanted to share me with some of his buddies if I was up for it. After I confessed about the UPS guy, he seemed more turned on than ever to know that I was attracting more cock. He said I was so fuckable, that he shouldn’t keep me all to himself. And he knew just the guys he wanted to show me off to.
I was truly ready to become his little slut boy. And for some reason, I thought I deserved this title.
Al’s big arm rested on the wheel as we drove, filling me in on where we were going now that we had crossed into Michigan. He told me he wanted to share me with the ultimate Daddy: someone who was even bigger than he was, and even more masculine and manly. He figured I’d like Duke right away.
“Duke?” I asked, questioning the name.
He let out a laugh as he looked forward. “Nickname. His real name is John. John Schmidt. John Wayne Schmidt actually, which is why he goes by Duke. His dad was a real John Wayne fan, and when he was growing up, his dad nicknamed him Duke, like John Wayne the actor.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, only knowing John Wayne was some western star with a deep drawl.
“He was a tough kid, big always for his age, and the nickname just stuck with him. Everyone calls him Duke. And everyone does what Duke says.”
I saw him get lost in thought, glancing in his mirrors as we barreled down the highway, a small smile on his face.
“And I know Duke will fuckin’ love you.” He slapped a big hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. “He’s bigger than me. Meatier. Meaner. And likes shorter built guys to own.”
I couldn’t picture anyone bigger than Al right now. I had had some big guys in the past, like my professor Tom, and Joe for one. So I was intrigued to think of anyone bigger than these guys. “Is that where we’re going? To Duke’s?”
He grin turned sexy. “We have to make one quick stop first tonight. But yes, he’s expecting us by 8am in the morning. I’ve told him all about you and he’s dying to meet you. My boy is his boy.” He grinned strangely at me, and I frowned at his face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Al adjusted his ass in his seat and gripped the steering wheel, facing forward. “Duke and I go way back. Waaaaaay back.”
I waited, wondering what all this meant. I realized I didn’t know much about Al, other than his lust for me and his domineering ability to make me do anything for him. And how I felt like his ‘boy.’
“Like how far back?”
He turned to me and rubbed his dark beard with his hand. “Like 20 years back, when I was in the joint.”
The joint? I thought, frowning. “You mean, like…prison?” I saw Al looking at me. “You were in prison? For what?” I suddenly got scared, wondering what his past was truly like, and how my mother would let a man like this in our house, or even, how I would be trapped travelling in a truck with him alone, crossing the Border.
“Relax,” he said laughing, “I didn’t kill anyone.” He kind of raised his eyebrows a bit, and then shrugged. “At least I didn’t kill anyone, some of the guys I know did….” He slapped my leg again and I sat frozen in place, staring down at his tanned hand on me. “Oh calm down boy. Aggravated assault. I was young and dumb, got into a bar fight in my early 20s and did a year in prison for it. No big deal. The guy I beat up deserved it.”
He went silent as I stared at him, taking in his size again, wondering what the rest of that story entailed. I wondered if he had beat anyone else up. I wasn’t sure if I should feel safe and secure knowing he would beat people up, or if that anger could be turned on me.
“Duke was already in prison and sort of…took me under his wing if you know what I mean.” He grinned at me and removed his hand.
I didn’t know what he meant, and the look on my face must have showed it.
“Duke was a couple years older than me, taller than I was, built bigger than I was back then, and he sort of…protected me in there. And I…well, became ‘his’” He glanced sideways at me and I let that sink in.
“You mean….” I didn’t say it, trying to picture Al, my big Daddy, being ‘owned’ by another one.
“Yep. I was his back then. He owned me in there. And I did what I was told.”
I couldn’t picture Al being submissive to anyone. He didn’t fit the picture in my mind: Al getting fucked by another man? He seemed so much the top man, the alpha to me that I had a hard time picturing him face down on mattress with another alpha man giving it to his big beefy ass. He just didn’t seem the type to me.
“Duke had a couple boys back then. When he got out, a few of us stayed with him for a while. I moved on though. But we’ve kept in touch.”
I turned to him again, this much information filling my brain full. “You still see him?”
Al nodded. “He’s got a nice place. Lives there with two other former inmates. They are what you call a ‘throuple.’”
I shook my head. “Never heard of that.”
Al laughed that booming laugh. “Jesus boy, you need to get out more! Instead of a couple, there’s three of them. He lives with his very first boy – Coop, and then the Cowboy came along.” He squeezed my leg again and let his hand rest on me. “I almost stayed with them, but took a job driving, and eventually was allowed to cross the border into Canada and got a better job. Been back a few times to see him and Coop. Cowboy visited a few times too, and eventually he joined them for good.”
I waited to see if he would explain, but he just stared ahead at the road.
“They asked me a while ago to stay with them, but I didn’t want to be tied down then. This was probably about ten years ago.” He seemed to be lost in his own thought as he drove. I was mesmerized by him, listening to him opening up. “Been sort of drifting, never really finding anything or anyone I liked till I saw your pic and hooked up with your mother. You were just so fuckin’ cute I had to try, after hearing about your previous relationship with your man. Figured you’d be a sucker for this big Bull.” He shifted again and gave me a smile, bringing his thick arm off my leg again to the wheel. “Then I showed Duke a pic of you, and he told me to pay a visit with you.”
I squirmed in my seat, bringing my leg up under my knee. It was one thing for me to choose a guy; it was another to have one choose you. He was telling me he hooked up with my mom because of a pic he saw of me? And then he’s been telling this Duke about me too?
“When you told me about the UPS guy, and how ready you were to let a guy fuck this ass at last, I figured you were ready to meet Duke. So….” He looked over at me. “You ready for a bunch of ex-cons?”
Part of me was turned on, the other part was scared. “A bunch?”
Al grinned. “Well, me, Duke, and his two…uh…partners: Coop and Cowboy. They will all be there. And who knows who else Duke invites over.”
Then Al told me his plan: to stop soon at a rest stop to sleep before we made it to Duke’s place for 8am. It was getting late now, and I was glad to hear we were going to stop, confessing I had to take a leak. We would park at this rest stop that he knew well, and we could sleep in the cab together, get up and shower and head to Duke’s place for some full on fun. We drove for a bit longer in silence, and I held my questions for later, when I was more alert, and just focused on the passing lights of the traffic as the darkness lulled me into a quiet stooper.
Al’s phone went off, and I saw his grin widen as he quickly glanced down at it. “Well, well, well. Here’s one of the ex-cons right now.”
Al took his phone in his hand and used his thumb to quickly swipe, then hit call. I could see the name on his screen as Bruce Cooper.
“Yeah 10-4 buddy. I’ll look for it. It’ll be a 10-16 in about two minutes. Go easy on him Coop. He’s in for a lot of fun in the morning. 10-23.” He glanced over me and hung up, setting his phone back down in the console and slapped my leg. I was only half paying attention to him as I looked out the window as we turned off the highway. It was a rest stop area, other big rigs parked along the side as we pulled in slowly. There was a large washroom block, with only a few cars out front. It was mostly trucks, and not a lot of people. Mind you it was late, already dark, and I really needed to take a leak.
We were pulling up slowly, Al leaning forward studying the trucks until I heard him mumble “There you are, you sexy fucker” under his breath. I didn’t know what or who he was looking for, but he slowed down even more, as if on purpose at a parked rig off to the side. I saw the driver of the rig, sitting in the cab, lit under the overhead light, looking out straight ahead as we slowed down in front of his truck. He had a round face, with a moustache like Al’s, dark 5 o’clock shadow making him look tough under the cab light that was on. As we drove past, the light went out and I felt the truck almost stop as Al looked ahead for a spot to pull in. I glanced back as the light in the cab I was watching came on again, the door opened, the driver now getting out and climbing down the 18-wheeler. I cranked my head to watch as the trucker stepped out in front of the cab, wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt and jeans. He looked a lot like Al, from what I could tell, with big muscular arms on display and a stocky solid build. I stretched to keep studying him, seeing him looking at our cab, sticking a hand in his jean pocket, showing off his arm as he disappeared from my view as our truck pulled in.
“See something you like?” Al teased, catching me craning my neck around to study the muscled trucker. I gave him a slight smile and snorted.
“Maybe.”
He put the rig in park and sat back. “Well then, go look. I’ll wait for you here.”
He turned the truck off and it shuddered quiet. I waited, frowning at him.
“Well,” he began, “I thought you had to take a piss?”
I nodded and reached for the handle. I could still taste his cum and it made me hesitate. I wanted more of him, and I wondered why he pulled in here if he didn’t have to go. But after his little tale, I was sure this was setup for me. And this was one of the ex-cons I was supposed to be meeting soon enough.
“Is this Duke?” I asked, opening the door a bit.
“Duke’s at his home and doesn’t need to know about this. This is between us got it. So go on. Consider this my warmup for you. I figured you’d like him. Show me what a good boy you can be. Do this for your Daddy. And know that it will be even better in the morning.”
I hesitated, unsure of what this guy would do to me, but I stepped out anyway, easing my way down the steps of the big truck and shutting the door behind me. I rounded the back of the truck, and I noticed the driver from the truck that we passed still standing in front of his rig, leaning against it, one foot flat against the large grill, both hands in his pockets now as I walked towards the washroom block and directly past him.
I looked over at him and noticed he had a shaved mullet type haircut, thick and black, sides shaved right to the base of his skull, one thick mound of short buzz cut hair on top and down the back like a true redneck. He was a tall, stocky built guy, dark hair on his forearms, a nice thick solid bottom half with thick looking legs in a pair of jeans that ended in big black boots. His sleeveless flannel was open, revealing a beefy hairy torso, with big, muscled pecs and the hint of a firm rounded belly as I walked by. A thick gold chain around his neck had a lock in the center, like a bike lock, between the mounds of solid pecs. He had piercing blue eyes, a dimple in his scruffy chin, and a bulldog sort of handsome face. As I got in front of him, he stared at me as I walked by. I noticed the colourful sleeve tattoo down his left arm from his shoulder all the way down to his thick wrist. He made a show of taking his hand out of his pocket and reached into his shirt to scratch his pec. I automatically licked my lips and noted he didn’t turn away, watching me walk by. But then again, I too was staring since he was such a hot looking trucker. And I knew Al was right: he was perfect for me.
If Duke was bigger than this guy, I was going to have a lot of fun tomorrow morning.
I finally turned away with a short smile and directed my attention to the walkway to the washrooms, spotting the men’s room sign and headed that way. I glanced behind me as I neared the lighted entrance and saw the beefy brute now walking slowly behind me.
I gave one more quick glance over my shoulder, and saw him grinning at me about 20 steps behind. I felt my heart quicken a bit, given I wasn’t the one who shot a load during the drive here. But the urge to pee, despite my growing bulge, took control.
The men’s room was empty, and there was a long string of urinals along the far wall. I noted there were a few shower stalls too, in the back beyond the washroom areas and what looked like change areas. Full-service rest stop I figured, maybe for truckers. I took up residence at the farthest urinal against the wall and only glanced slightly as the beefy trucker slowly walked in. I had my dick out, and was waiting for the relief when he sauntered over to the urinal and came to the one directly beside me.
I froze, looking down at my stream now flowing fully, suddenly feeling very excited. The excitement of this setup was overwhelming me, and this guy was very much my type, like Al knew. I kept my head down and let my eyes glance sideways as he made a production of slowly unzipping his fly of his jeans, standing far enough away from the trough to give me a view. I watched him fish out his cock, and then proudly showed me before he took a small step forward. I let my head turn when I saw the steel ring at the tip of his cock, on the mushroom head of his very fat meaty cock. He was a show-er, and he was definitely showing off his piercing.
I’d never seen one before – a cock piercing. I actually stared, with my mouth open as I finished my stream, the man beside me not even letting anything out, just showing me his dick and slowly stroking it to a fuller thickness. I looked up, and his eyes were waiting for mine, with a sly grin on his face.
“You like what you see boy?” He said calmly and quietly. His voice was gruff, calm, and fairly deep.
I gave my dick a shake and let it hang out, still staring at the man’s cock beside me, watching it grow in his meaty fingers and thumb, feeling my own cock swelling at the closeness of him. He smelled intoxicating for a trucker, some cologne that was making me shiver and breathe deeper.
“Does your dad let you out alone often?” His voice was smooth. He was even better looking up close, with a cheery looking face hidden behind the thick black moustache and dark shadowed scruff. But his eyes were small, and entrancing, like an aqua blue. His eyebrows weren’t too bushy, and hung over his eyes making him look meaner than he sounded. When I glanced back down at his cock it was hard, a fat looking shaft about 7 inches, with that thick silver ring on display for me.
“Stepdad.” I simply clarified for some reason.
He didn’t seem as nervous as I was, and simply reached over to me and took my right hand lightly in his and moved it to his cock. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the warmth of him as he let his hands hang by his side, continuing to stare at me.
“A dad’s a dad.” He smirked at me, then shook his cock at me. “Go on then. Give it a taste.” His voice was quiet but demanding, and without even thinking about where I was or who could walk in, I bent over and opened my lips to taste him. The metal hit my tongue right away and it was a new sensation I suddenly enjoyed. I took it all in, burying my face into his short dark hairs that were trimmed to accentuate his girth. He smelled amazing, and the feel of the Prince Albert ring hit the roof of my mouth. I pulled back, letting my tongue slurp up the underside of his fat shaft and then dance around the tip, marveling in the steel ring coming from inside his tiny piss slit.
“Wow.” Was all I said as I gripped his cock, squeezing it, staring at the metal and licking it again.
“Wait till you feel it in your little hole.” Again, he said it softly but grabbed the base of my neck and fed his cock to me again, pushing it into my mouth with a slight thrust of his hips, holding me down on it so I could feel the silver hoop at the back of my throat again, breathing in his pubes as I deep throated his cock. And then like a hungry little boy, I sank to my knees right at the urinal and started to suck his cock down fast and furiously, like I did only an hour ago to Al’s in his truck as he drove.
He groaned a bit, telling me how warm my mouth was, telling me I was a good boy, and how he’d been waiting for my hot mouth. I kept at him, until he pulled back and looked down at me, holding my face in his softy fleshy hands. He stared at me for a moment, before he forced my mouth open and leaned over me, letting a big gob of spit land directly into my waiting mouth and closed it for me, forcing me to swallow.
“Fuck. You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you. I’m going to have fun with you first.” He smiled at me and I shook slightly, because he was really a hot beefy guy, just my type, like another younger, shorter, beefier version of Al, who was just outside waiting for me in his truck.
“I’ve got to get back….” I started to say, trying to stand, but this new trucker just shook his head with an evil grin and shushed me.
“It’s okay. We’ve got time.” He moved me by the neck towards the back of the washroom, towards the shower stalls and change areas, his cock standing at full mast out of his jeans as mine also remained exposed.
He knew where he was going, and he pointed me in the right direction, to a curtained shower stall. The sound of the rings slid along the metal rod, and he pushed me into the area closing the curtain behind him. He shoved me to the far side of the wall and then stared at me for a moment, eyeing me up and down, looking at my hard cock sticking out of my own fly.
“That’s quite a tool you got there. That’s going to feel amazing in my ass.” He said, reaching for it. His hand was surprisingly soft around me, and I flinched at the touch. He stepped right up to me, my back coming into contact with the tiled wall behind me. He towered over me by about 4 or 5 inches, not quite as tall as Al, but he still looked like he outweighed me by about 50 pounds and could easily arm-wrestle me down a heartbeat given the size of this massive guns. His arms were double the size of mine, and his chest just looked so damn thick as his nose came to mine. “Your nuts full boy?” He asked into my face, tugging on my cock gently, licking his lips slightly as our eyes bore into one another’s.
I nodded quickly. “But Al’s waiting….”
He grinned and let his tongue lick the underside of my nose. I shuddered a bit, rather turned on by the action and licked my own lips as if I was readying myself for more.
“Al will wait. Trust me.”
And then he put his lips on mine and slid his tongue in between my own lips as he pulled on my cock. I moaned, letting him in, and I felt the softest, warmest and fullest kiss take over me. I heard a groan and realized it was me, as our mouths opened wider and we began breathing intensely through our noses.
My god could this trucker kiss! I thought to myself, feeling my hands move to those massive pecs of his hidden underneath his sleeveless flannel. And then I pulled my head back as I felt his nipples, and the metal that was attached to them. I opened my eyes and saw his grin, and he took one step back to peel the shirt from his amazing body.
He was built alright, with smooth, boulder-sized traps and rounded shoulders, two hard round muscular pecs covered in soft small dark hairs, and two steel small rods piercing through both his dark pink nipples. I saw my own fingers twisting them as he stared at me. I was infatuated with the piercings, looking so sexy on this man and the colourful sleeve of tattoos down his one arm. He stood there for a moment, showing off his marvelous body for me, squeezing his pecs together, tightening his jaw as he stared at me with a grin.
“Fuck you are hot.” I moaned out.
“Glad you think so.” He murmured as he slid down my body and engulfed my bigger dick in one swift motion. I gasped, grabbing onto those rock-hard shoulders and let my head fall back at the feeling of this man’s hot mouth on my cock. He sucked it all the way down like a pro, and I had a hard time believing that a guy that looked like this could be so good at sucking dick. He kept at it, slurping and sucking and stroking like he was savouring every inch, until I tried to pull away. I didn’t want to fuck this man like he wished. I wanted this man to fuck me!
“You’re getting me close.” I panted to him as he looked up at me. He didn’t say a word, just came back up to my face and took it in both his hands to kiss me again. And then I felt him turning me around gently, and pushed my face to the wall as if he read my mind.
I heard his jeans being pushed down, and felt a meaty hand move over my smooth ass.
“Wait…” I started to protest, having sudden second thoughts about this stranger entering me, but his finger found my hole and he drove it into me. It was already wet, his finger, and he turned it like screw, making me moan into the wall.
“You gonna give up this ass to me first? Wanna feel my piercing in there.” He teased into my ear from behind as he stepped into me closer. I could feel the cold metal on me compared to the heat radiating from the rest of his cock. “I was told you feel so good.”
I turned my head to him, trying to sound calm. “Oh yeah? What did Al tell you? Who…” but he put a hand over my mouth and pushed his cock against my ass, digging it into my cheeks, rubbing it into the crack of my ass as he shushed me.
“Don’t worry Brian. There’s a lot more to come.” He whispered in my ear as I felt the head of his cock with that steel tipped rod poking around to find my entrance.
And then he slid in, spreading me open, filling my hole with this strange new cock, steel Prince Albert piercing and all. I moaned into his hand as he kissed the back of my neck and slung his other arm around me as I adjusted. He seemed to know what he was doing, holding himself still, breathing onto my neck slowly, telling me to relax. He slid a finger into my mouth and I sucked it back with a moan as I felt my ass give in. He knew he had me.
Holding me tight, he slowly fucked his cock into me, back and forth as he grunted in my ear, telling me how hot I felt, and how lucky Al was to have a boy like me at his disposal. He kept his hand over my lips, his index finger still in my mouth as he slowly drove his cock in and out of me like a pro. I was shaking it felt so good. He knew I was loving it by the moans I was emitting. Pressed up against the wall, I let this strange trucker fuck me deep, so deep my cock ached to unload.
Again, like he read my mind, his free hand let go of my waist and snaked around to my front to grab my fully erect cock. I moaned louder as he began to fist my dick to match the rhythm of his hips.
“Al was right. You are one sweet fuck.” He moaned into my ear before licking it deep. The feeling of his tongue in my ear, his finger in my mouth, his hand squeezing my dick and his cock punching my ass so perfectly with that thick silver ring, and the sound of his voice so close to my brain made me groan into a climax. I started to shudder involuntarily and cum spewed from my cock. He didn’t stop jerking, just quickened his pace as he too moaned, feeling the tightness of my canal tighten around his pulsing member. He announced he was going to breed me, and pulled me backwards into him, still gripping my cock. His hand slipped out of my mouth and instead a forearm went around my neck, squeezing the sound from me as he started to unload his sperm in me.
I took it – every hard thrust, every loud grunt, every tight squeeze, moaning with him, wanting to see the look on his hot face. He wrenched my chin around and found my mouth with his tongue. I hungrily ate at it, kissing him as I felt his cock softening and eventually slipping from me, cock ring and all. He stepped back and slid down, burying his face into my wet ass and slurped up what was dripping from me. I moaned again, sticking my ass out for him to eat his own load from me noisily. I couldn’t believe this hot man and the things he was doing to me.
I looked over my shoulder at the sight: what a hot fucking stud. If it wasn’t for Al….
And then I noticed Al, standing in the opening of the shower, curtain pulled slightly to one side, his big bull sized cock and balls out on display, fully erect and being stroked by his meaty hand. He was grinning, ear to ear. His eyes met mine.
“Good boy. I see you met Coop.”
‘Coop’ stood up and Al moved in before I could even blink. He stepped right up behind me, taking Coop’s spot and sunk that familiar bull meat of his into me, grabbing my hips and stuffing me full with his cock.
“Yeah, fuck my cum into deeper Bull. Mix yours in there with it!” Coop urged him on as Al plowed into me. He was merciless, my head banging against the wall as I took it. I grunted my pleasure, knowing how much he loved to pound my ass good and hard. With a third looking on and encouraging him, it seemed to drive him into a frenzy.
After a few unrelentless minutes, he pulled out and grabbed my shoulders, spinning my dazed body around. He smiled at me, leaning in for a wet sloppy kiss as he hoisted me up into his arms and slammed my back against the wall. Coop was right beside us, still naked, and reached under my ass to guide Al’s cock back into me. I grabbed onto Al and buried my head into his massive neck and closed my eyes tight as I sank down completely on his cock.
“Yeah boy. There you go.” Al whispered into me, driving my body into the wall so he could fuck me like this with some support. Coop played with my cock as Al fucked me, before I lifted my head back to watch my stepfather ram me senseless.
Al’s eyes were on mine. “Ready for a mix of our cum baby?” he grinned, kissing me. I nodded, and then Coop was on me, kissing me, before Al leaned forward again, all three of our tongues going wild as Al’s grunts started, leaving me to make out with just Coop as Al loudly filled my ass, gripping my body tightly, shoving me high against the wall as he did.
He stepped away from the wall pulling me into his body, squeezing me tight while he kissed me, forgetting about the third big muscled bear in the stall with us.
“Fuck baby. You made Daddy proud.”
I heard Coop grunt behind us and felt his body against my back. Al leaned beyond me and the two kissed over my shoulder. What a sight to see Al kissing such another hot muscled beefy man. I joined in again, savouring the taste of both their tongues, until Al broke free and set me down.
“I’ll see you in the morning then. Where I’ll give you my second load.” Coop said to Al, giving his jean covered ass a quick smack. Al suddenly looked like he was blushing as he winked at Coop and then pulled me into his body for a hug.
“How’s your ass baby? You nice and wet now for the main event?” Al murmured over me as Coop too joined in the hug. But then Al’s hand went around my throat and he held me firmly. “Now listen, this didn’t happen, and you haven’t met Coop yet. Got it?”
I was suddenly scared as my eyes flicked over to Coop standing beside Al looking serious.
“When you see me tomorrow, pretend we don’t know each other, okay?” His hand went to my forehead where his thumb stroked me slowly. His face turned to Al standing in front of me. “Fuck Bull, I’ve missed you. Thanks for this.” Coop mumbled into Al’s ear, loud enough for me to hear. Al lessened his grip on my neck and his hand slid down to my chest. Then Coop’s eyes met mine again and I studied the deep blue of them, like a deep sea colour. “I’m Bruce. Cooper. You can call me Coop too.” He looked at me for a moment, and then leaned towards me and gently kissed me on the lips with his eyes still open. “Duke is gonna fuckin’ love you. You are cute.”
Al draped his arm over Coop’s shoulder. “I told you.”
“Remember: this never happened okay? If Duke finds out I had you first, he’s gonna go fuckin’ nuts.” Coop grinned at me. “Get ready boy. Cause your ass is gonna be his now.”
