“Boy, raise your hands. Now!”

A tear finally rolled down the youth’s face, and he sniffled shakily.

Ah, everyone would now see what he was trying to hide.

He obeyed, smushing his trembling lips. His circumcised dick was flaccid and had a pink cap.

He didn’t bother looking at his family; that would break him.

“Good boy. Now, I want you to give me a blow job.”

“What’s that, sir?” George asked, making the robbers laugh.

“You really don’t know? Or you’re pretending?” one of the robbers asked.

The brunet shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Nathan,” the boss called.

One of the robbers responded, “Boss.”

“Loosen him up,”

“Yes,...