With tears of anger and shame streaming down his face the hunk complied with his implanted directive. As the car approached, he realized he knew the owner. It was that homo teacher he'd had for home economics. Sean and all the football players had taken exotic the japan class for the easy A. Sean had been surprised the guy had never approached any of the athletes in his class. Like many homo haters Sean just assumed they were all after young boys. The man in fact, had an older lover and neither of them could have cared less about teenage boys. But the teacher knew some younger dominant men who went for the 18 to 25 crowd—especially if they were straight macho types who needed taking down. One in particular, Manfred Schmidt, was a 30 year old leather top who specialized in breaking down homophobes. When the teacher saw the young stud jogging up the street, tears of rage streaming down his face, he knew something big was up. The teacher pulled over and rolled down his window. “Problem Sean?” the teacher said. Sean could not believe it! He had no choice. His implanted orders required him to tell this guy where he was going! “I'm just headed to the rest room in the park,” Sean said. He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Despite his bottled up rage and humiliation, it came out of his mouth as if he were looking forward to whatever would be waiting for him! “Most people wear their clothes, at least until they get there,” said the teacher with a touch of irony in his voice, which Sean completely missed. Sean thought irony was the thing they used to press your pants. “Saves time,” Sean said. The teacher laughed, shook his head and drove off. Then he voice-dialed Manfred and filled him in. “I don't know what's up, but someone has this bastard by the balls. He's a big macho gay basher, just graduated high school. He's jogging naked to the park, like he can't wait to get fucked. Hell, his dick's so hard, if you cut it off you could hammer it into a two by four! asian Might be worth you checking it out.” “Ya,” said Manfred. Manfred was a man of few words. In fact, Manfred had already been enlisted by Mitch to play a part in his plan. Mitch couldn't bring Sean back to his place for training. His dad would have been cool about it, but would have made Mitch let Sean go at this the end of each day. So Manfred had agreed to be the stud's warden and co-trainer. Sean jogged through the heavily forested park for about ten minutes before he spotted the rest room. He could see about twenty men gathered in the adjacent japanese parking lot. “They're our concubines.” He served the first several pretty quick. "Did I tell you this you could leave? Still she laid there like a pile of laundry. How was your night with the SWAT guy? His smile broadened and he japanese laughed again, shaking his head, “No no, nothing like that, you uh, you come here often?” He ran a hand through his short black hair and flashed her another asian winning smile. It zips up to her neck, exotic and makes her legs look long and elegant. I slammed my bedroom door. But it was a really bad idea. “THIS IS japan THE POLICE!” - he informed the rockers from his loud speaker. She asks, what should we do now, as while undoing her buttons on her shirt. That damn machine went crazy.