"Yea well, you better figure out which you want more, me to take your gay cherry to spend the night in prison."

He turned his head to look at me. I figured he wasn't more then about 18 or 19 if that. He stood only about 5'7" with a slender build. His red hair was mussed from him struggling and his brown eyes looked over me fearfully. "I'll do whatever you want." He said reluctantly.

I smiled at him. "How old are you anyway."

"19"

I nodded then lifted him up on the step he had been standing on before. "Get in the sleeper and strip."

He moved slowly so...