This choice: ..small, dark and dirtier than a brothel • Go Back...Chapter #7..small, dark and dirtier than a brothel by: SwiftyJ96  As your new owner carries you around your new home, tightening his grip every so often as he plays with himself, you are instantly filled with dread.
The smell is the first thing you notice, a mixture of must, damp and cigarettes. As you survey the room rubbish is spread all over, from takeaway boxes ,condoms spread on the furniture and an ashtray over flowing with cigar and cigarette buds. You begin to wonder if you’re not the only small creature living here.
He places you in a pint glass and wanders into a small cupboard which you guessed could be the bathroom. You try to look around the room further but it’s clear that this glass has been sat here a while since it was last used and there is a strange slimey substance in the bottom.
You manage to find an area of the glass where you can peak round the room. Noticing mountains of dirty washing homing t-shirts with food on them, socks that are held together by their last thread and y-fronts with yellow and brown stains - that is one place you don’t want to end up.
After 10 minutes, he finally returns from the bathroom, he picks up the glass and draws it closer to him. His eyes sunken into his face and his long crooked nose peering over you.
He was now only wearing a pair of white, well once white pants. He was very scrawny and you could see the outline of his bones, his chest was very bushy and full of dirt and crumbs.
‘How do you like my home, after all it’s yours too.’
He smiled as his other hand fumbled around in his y-fronts, fondling a package that seemed to be getting bigger. The smell of beer and cigarettes hit your face, stinging your eyes.
‘Well what do we have here’ he said in a curious voice as he poked your bow erect penis.
Through all the distractions you failed to notice this happening.
‘I…umm..Well’ you tried to response but you couldn’t explain the situation.
‘Don’t worry we will fix that in the morning but first it’s time to go to bed’ he said before pulling out some string from his pocket.
He then carried you into another small room, in the corner lay a small unmade bed, with a pile of clothes at one side but you suddenly caused glimpse of something that scared you even more. In the other corner was a shelf, piled high with different sex toys, porn magazines and boxes of condoms. On the wall next to this hung several garments, from tight Lycra pants to leather all in ones.
‘Yep that’s right boy, welcome to my sex room. Me and you are going to be spending a lot of time in here together, maybe even some guests’. He wiped some drool from his mouth before massaging his huge member again.
‘However, it’s getting late and I want you to get settled. He then held you in his hand before grabbing what seemed to be a small outfit. ‘I’m sorry if this doesn’t fit, it’s the best I could do at such short notice’
He stretched the rubber material over you, having a quick stroke of your penis as he did. Looking at the semi-clear material you guess the outfit is made out of a condom. You try to get comfy in the outfit when a sticky substance squelches against your back - confirming that this is in-fact a used condom.
He then drops his pants to the floor, before revealing the true monster that was living behind those grubby pants.
‘Right, let’s get comfy’ he says before tying the shoe lace from earlier around your limbs.
‘I don’t want to loose you in the night so tonight you are going to sleep…’  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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