Randall Winston drove his car down the deserted highway near his hometown. He was coming back from a meeting with a farmer about his insurance needs. He hated being an insurance salesman but it was easy work in a small town and it paid his bills. It also covered the costs of the gay videos he purchased through the mail. Given the size of the town, he would never get any action here so he had to create his own. He started to harden as his imagination took him to his favorite tape about a hypnotic seduction. He loved these the best. Even though he knew all the actors were gay, just the thought of a straight stud “turning” gay by hypnosis would make his cock hard. Just as it was now.

To further his interest in hypnosis, he had ordered books through the internet on hypnosis and had gone to many web pages to see what could be done. Oh, there were a lot of fake ones, some that just wanted to pretend, but amongst the vast junk on the net, he found a few morsels. He buried himself in the books and the websites, corresponded with experts, and even learned to self-hypnotize himself. He used that to lessen his migraine headaches and increase his sexual responses to the videos. Gosh, he was horny.

Randall was lost in the moment but something caught his eye on the side of the road. Something shiny glittered at him in the setting sun. He abruptly hit his brakes, put his car in reverse, looked back and hit the gas. He slowly moved his car backwards until he could see what the shiny thing was. It looked like a bicycle frame. Funny, what was that doing all the way out here?

Randall got out of the car and walked to the bicycle. He could see that it was all banged up - one of the wheels was flat and the other was bent. He moved to the bicycle and took a closer inspection. It looked like a high quality bike. He lifted it up and moved it.

“Uuuuuh…..oooooh”

Randall jumped up. What was that sound? It came from the bushes next to the bicycle. Randall moved closer to see who or what was making the sound

“Hello…anybody there?”

“Uhh…hhh….elp”

Randall could hardly hear the voice that now appeared to be in need. He listened carefully and tried to locate the source of the cry. He slowly moved aside some of the bushes. What he saw shocked him. There was a man in a Lycra cycling suit lying on his back and holding his head. But what caught Randall’s eye was the blood coming out of the man’s leg. He stifled back a scream and moved towards the man.

“Can I help you?”

“Ugh…hhh…my head hurts….and my leg….”

“Just be still. Let me take a quick look,” Randall said. He proceeded to give the man an inspection. He first looked at his head, which didn’t appear to be bleeding, but could have sustained a nasty bump. He checked the guy’s arms out and then moved to the leg. He grabbed his handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped the blood away. He noticed a piece of bone sticking out. He almost passed out from seeing that, but he bit his tongue. He turned to the man’s face and realized what a hunk this guy was. He was