Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 22:52:35 -0400
From: David Gaingridge <davidgaingridge@gmail.com>
Subject: Owned By A Little Dick Chapter 3

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After Jess' baby shower I crashed at my hotel. I told her that I'd visit
her tomorrow just because she was already exhausted after the party. She
thanked me for coming and said she'd see me tomorrow. On the way back to my
hotel I picked up a few more diapers for her that I'd drop off tomorrow –
hey, she can never have too many!

I looked at my watch. It read 6pm – way too early to head to bed. I
grabbed my workout gear and headed down to the gym. After the workout I
grabbed a quick bite to eat.

9pm – now what to do? No wonder I left this town! Well that and many
other reasons... If I was at home I'd be out clubbing with my
friends. Wait...I could go to a bar tonight. I'd have to wear my
straight-boy plaid though since this place isn't exactly gay friendly.

I changed into my plaid shirt and looser jeans and headed off to the
bar. Who knows maybe I'd run into Jakey-boy there...

I ordered a beer and as I drank it I noticed a guy a few seats down from me
was really slumping over the counter. I figured any minute the bartender
was gonna have security eject him. He turned his head toward me. Oh my god
that's Mike Dickinson! He and Jakey were both on the football team together
and they always banded together to torment me. He was about 6'0, 200lbs of
muscle, the clearest copper-coloured skin you could imagine, and piercing
green eyes. He was a hunk if only he wasn't such an asshole. In high school
his nickname was Mike Dick-in-her because he always got the
ladies. Definitely a far cry from my nickname... And it was rumoured that
Mike kept each girl's panties as a sign of his conquests.

At that moment the bartender handed me my drank and I turned to thank
him. He was cute and I debated giving him my number since I was definitely
getting some `vibes' from him, but then I heard hollering a few seats over.

"Yoooo Jake." And in that moment his voice came back to me: it was Mike's
voice. The last time I heard it was right after grad he and some other guys
(including Jakey) duct-taped me to the boys locker-room door as a
prank. They didn't just duct-tape me – they duct-taped me naked so
needless to say it was a bitch to pull it off. And the only part of my body
they didn't cover (other than my head) was my tiny prick. They wanted the
whole school to see how small I really am.

"Buuuuddy!" Mike slurred again.

I looked around in search of Jakey. I needed to get my mind off of that
high school incident and back onto the one that happened earlier today with
Jakey.

And then I realized that Mike was looking at me. Wait, was Mike that wasted
that he thought I was Jakey? I mean we're pretty much the same stature now
and I guess looked similar from the back (especially now that I was in
these clothes), but we looked completely different.

Apparently Mike didn't see this though as he started calling Jakey's name
again.

"You know him?" The bartender asked me.

"Uh..." I looked over at Mike as he tried to get up from his seat then fell
to the floor. "Not really. We went to school together."

"Well I'm gonna kick him out since he's had way too much to drink. I guess
he's going home in a squad car then since there's no way he's driving."

And then my mind starting turning its devilish gears and I said, "I'll take
him home. It'll give us a chance to catch up."

I left the bartender a substantial tip (which included my number because he
was really cute after all) and left to go help my `old pal'.

I picked him up which wasn't easy since he's still built like a football
player and guided him outside.

I tried to adjust the pitch of my voice to Jakey's and tried to keep my
face away from Mike's as much as possible since I didn't want him
recognizing me. "Come on, Mike" I said guiding him to my car.

"My truck's right there," Jake said as he pointed to a double-parked
truck. Looks like he's still an asshole I thought to myself, but let's see
if he has a cute asshole at least...

"You're in no state to drive. Come on," I commanded.

After I got him into the passenger seat I got in the driver's seat. I asked
him where his place was which he told me before falling asleep on the
window.

Mike never woke up the entire drive back to his apartment. Even when I had
to basically carry him to his door he was then only half with it. I figured
that I couldn't leave him like this so I came inside with him.

As we got inside his tiny apartment (which was just as dingy as Jakey's
place) I handed him a glass of water and turned the coffee maker on. He was
gonna be in my debt when he recovered and I knew just how he was gonna pay
me back...

When I turned back to hand him his coffee he was gone. I followed his
tracks down the hallway and found him in the bathroom fiddling with his
pants. It was a decent sized bathroom and littered with some girl's
cosmetics who he was probably banging.

"Fuck, why they gotta make belts so hard?" He asked as I came into the
room. "I gotta piss like a racehorse!"

The gears started turning even more. I handed him his coffee and said, "you
need to drink some more or you're gonna have one wicked headache in the
morning."

He drank it and then a look of panic spread over his face. The coffee had
overfilled his bladder and now he was really trying to undo his pants.

"Fuck I really gotta get these off! I'm gonna piss..." but he couldn't even
finish his sentence. I could see that he was emptying his bladder in his
pants. The hot liquid poured out of him and down the front of his pants
completely soaking them. Gallons upon gallons just seemed to pour out of
him and I wondered just how much he really had to drink! The liquid made
the fabric cling to his body and I could clearly see the outline of his
prominent package.

There's nothing quite like seeing one of your former bullies piss
themselves right in front of you. And the best part of all is that I didn't
even have to do anything! That was all his doing. And now I had even more
leverage over him.

"Oh fuck," Mike exclaimed at his obvious embarrassment.

"Go take a shower and then go to bed," I ordered him.

"Okay," Mike slurred. He tried to remove his pants but he still had
troubles. "Can you help?" He asked me.

I took his belt off and then lowered his pants. I tossed them aside and
helped him out of his socks. Then I helped him unbutton his shirt which he
then removed as well. Mike just stood there in his piss soaked boxers. Good
god his body hadn't changed much since high school! He still had his
perfect skin and defined muscles. There was definitely more hair on his
body, but, all in all, he still looked the same. The same hot bubble butt!
(And, from what I could see when he turned on the shower, he still had a
cute asshole). He then dropped his boxers (which didn't really hide
anything now since I could practically see his 4" uncut cock) and stepped,
or rather fell, into the shower. God damn that was one perfect ass! Too bad
he was straight...well maybe not after I finished with him...

I helped him stand up in the shower then handed him his soap which slipped
out of his hand. He tried to grab for it, but almost tumbled down narrowly
missing the tap.

I figured that I couldn't just leave him like this so I stripped off my
clothes (minus my underwear – I didn't know how drunk he was and I
didn't want him to recognize me just yet) and got in the shower with him. I
picked up the soap and began lathering up his back. His muscles were so
firm that I just wanted to feel them for hours. It took all my might not to
shove him against the wall and have at him. But all good things come to
those who wait...

I lowered my hands and began soaping up Mike's hot ass. God, his buns were
so muscular and big he would make any tops mouth water. I slipped my hand
between his beefy buns and felt his hairy asshole. Mmm he's definitely a
virgin I thought as I felt my way around his manclit.

"What the fuck are ya doin'?" Mike said over his shoulder.

Mike might get away with that language tonight, but tomorrow he'll be
begging me to fuck him good and hard. I finished washing his burly legs and
told him to turn around. As he did I noticed that Mr. 4" had suddenly
turned into Mr. 6" – Mike was definitely turned on by this! God, I love
these "straight" boys...

I lowered my head in the hopes that Mike wouldn't recognize my face, but I
didn't need to worry as I saw that Mike's eyes were closed and he looked
like he was asleep.

I washed his powerful arms and chest (taking a bit longer washing – or
should I say teasing – his mantits). He moaned from this pleasure. I
slowly began to wash lower and lower feeling up his hairy washboard abs. I
stopped just above my prize – his now 7" hard cock and from what I could
see he was leaking some precum.

I threw caution to the wind and just began soaping up his family jewels. A
deep guttural moan escaped his lips as well as an "oh fuck!" I kept
massaging his cock and balls and I could feel his sperm churning away in
his hefty balls. "Stop, man" he slurred. "I'm not a fag."

I was just about to slap him when I realized that he'll get his just
desserts soon enough. I rinsed him then dried him off. He staggered over to
his room and fell on his bed fast asleep.

And then I set my plan in motion...

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At 9:47 the next morning I sat at Mike's kitchen table sipping my
coffee. Just as I began flipping through the newspaper I heard "what the
hell" being shouted from down the hall. I small smirk spread across my face
as I realized that Mike was now awake. I took another sip as he shouted
again. I set my mug down and began thumbing through the newspaper as an
even bigger grin spread across my face. Shout all you want, but do you
really want someone coming in there?

After about five minutes I put the paper away and walked down the hallway
to Mike's bedroom. I pushed open the door and there lay my former high
school nemesis. His arms tied to the headboard and his feet to the
footboard and best of all he was wearing a diaper.

"What's all the shouting?" I asked as I stood in his doorway admiring my
handiwork.

"Who the fuck are you? Did you do this? You drugged me last night at the
bar didn't you? Huh?! Answer me you fucking fag!"

"That's some talk from a guy wearing a diaper!" After I said that Mike
wrestled even more with his restraints trying to break free. Through his
embarrassment I could see murder in his eyes.

"You put it on me!"

"Actually I was gonna help you out, but I'll just leave your door open and
let whoever walks by to come see you." I said as I turned to leave.

I could see Mike trying to work out what option he hated least. Just as I
was exiting his room I heard him say `wait.'

I turned around and let him speak. "Can you help me out of this?" He asked
me.

God I loved when men beg. But I also love teaching these big guys a
lesson. "What's the magic word?" I asked treating him like a baby.

I could see he was clenching his jaw then he said, "please."

"Good boy," I said in mocking tone. I walked over to his bed, but had no
intention of undoing my hard work. I just wanted to hear him say please.

"Y'know, I helped you out a lot last night," I said standing over him. "I
said that I knew you so you wouldn't get kicked out of the bar and have to
be taken home in a squad car, I gave you coffee so your hangover wouldn't
be too bad, and then I helped you shower after you pissed yourself. I think
it's time you did something for me." I said giving him a sly grin.

"I'm not doin' any of that gay shit!"

"We'll see..." I said as I began feeling up his hairy legs. This really
made him squirm and fight against his restraints.

"Stop!" He roared as he tried to get away from my hand. I looked up at his
diaper and saw that his dick was definitely pushing against the
fabric. Looks like Mike Dick-in-her was really Dick-in-him.

"Little Mikey's enjoying it I see."

"Fuck you!" He roared.

"Listen here you little asswipe," I said as I took a hold of his package
and squeezed as hard as I could which made Mike yelp in pain. "You made my
life a living hell in high school and now you're getting what's coming to
you." I spat in his face after that. "Remember me?" Mike shook his head
no. "Richard Harwood ring a bell?"

Mike's eyes widened even more as he remembered who I was and our
relationship back then. "Yes I remember just please stop squeezing my balls
they're gonna explode!"

"You like it," I shot back. "I can feel it. You're just as gay as m..."

Mikey interrupted before I could finish: "I'm not gay!  You're the fucking
queer!"

After that remark I took my free hand and slapped him clear across the
face. For a brief second he just gazed in surprise then groaned at my
torture on his cock.

"Fuck! Let it go! Please!"

"I'll consider it..." I trailed off letting him fill in the blank on what I
wanted to do to him.

"No! No fucking!"

"Fine no fucking. How about you're mine for one hour and then after that
I'll let you go, sound good?"

"No! It sounds..." but Mikey was weighing his options and knew that there
was no other way he was getting free. Well I could leave him, but he was
already so embarrassed at having been seen wearing a diaper he didn't want
anyone else to know. "Fine, one hour. No fucking me though."

"Fine." I said as I released his prominent package and I looked him over
once more. His stomach was definitely protruding a bit more so I figured he
really needed to piss. And I knew just what would get him pissing...I
quickly stripped off my clothes not wanting to miss any time. I did catch
Mikey sneaking peaks at my toned body. Yeah, Mikey was as straight as a 3
dollar bill...

I got on the bed with him and straddled his chest so that my tiny dick was
at his eye level.

"Open up, bitch," I said as I held my dick up to his face. He opened up his
mouth a tiny bit so I grabbed his head and said "if you don't open your
fucking mouth you dirty slut I'm gonna cut off your hairy balls and feed
them to you on a plate." I said squeezing his balls for emphasis.

He opened his mouth wider at my last statement. I aimed my dick for his
mouth and let forth a stream of my golden nectar. I think this really
surprised Mikey as he clamped his mouth shut. That didn't really turn out
the best for him because my piss just went all over his face then. I
grabbed his balls and told him that if he still wanted to keep them he'd
drink my piss. He reluctantly opened his mouth and tried to keep up with
the constant stream. He was a sloppy drinker as half of the piss ended up
coating his face and neck.

As I shook of the last few droplets of piss from my dick on his meaty chest
I looked down at his stomach and could tell that his bladder was gonna
burst any second.

"If you have to piss go right ahead. It won't get the bed wet," I whispered
as I stroked his cheek.

I could tell that Mikey was really fighting the urge not to piss so I
ordered him to piss. Mikey shook his head in defiance so I spat on his face
and grabbed his package. And just when I was gonna slap him I felt a sudden
warmness on my hand that was holding his cock. Mikey was pissing in his
diaper! God, I loved seeing him in this state! I was grinning from ear to
ear the whole time he pissed himself!

As his pissing stopped I felt my way around the diaper – it was
completely soaked! Damn that man could piss!

I stroked his cheek again and whispered, "feel better?"

He nodded his head in agreement.

"You're a good boy," I said as I stroked his cheek again. I looked over his
hairy body and set the rest of my plan into motion. "But you're too hairy
to be a baby." I said as I ran my fingers through his chest hair. "Let's go
shave it off."

"There's no fucking way! I'm done with th..."

I climbed off Mikey and pulled out my cellphone and took a picture of
him. "Listen here you little cuntlicker, if you don't do this I'll post
this picture online and let the rest of the guys in this town do whatever
they want to you. So, it's your call – me or them?"

Mikey paused again weighing his options and I think he thought that I was
bluffing. Just as I was about to hit send he spoke: "ok."

"What was that?" I said still playing around on my phone.

"You can do it."

"Hmm, do what? I don't remember." I said playing dumb. I just really wanted
to hear him beg me to shave him.

"Shave me. You can shave me."

"That's an order. I'm in charge. Beg me," I said as our eyes met.

Mikey grinded his jaw again then said, "please shave me off."

"That's not convincing. You have one more shot. If not baby Mikey is going
all over the internet."

"Please shave me off...sir. I need this. I need to be treated like a
baby. I need you to shave so that I know my place." This was actually quite
convincing and I was wondering if this was in fact one of Mikey's
fantasies.

"Well since you asked so nicely, I guess I'll do it." I said as started
undoing his restraints.

I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't try to fight me (though it
wouldn't have been any use) when he got free. He followed me into the
bathroom and I told him to remove his diaper. Just as he pulled it off of
him his boner sprang out and he immediately turned red. Oh yeah, he was
definitely loving this.

I told him to take a quick shower to get the piss smell of off him and also
to soften the hairs while I got out all of his grooming equipment. After a
few minutes the water shut off and he stepped out looking like he just
stepped out of a commercial. The water just seemed to glisten off his toned
muscles and cling to his hairy body. God he was a wetdream come to life!
And he was all mine...

For the next while I worked efficiently at removing ever bit of hair below
his eyebrows – even the stubble on his face! I made Mikey watch himself
in the mirror as he transformed from an alpha male to baby boy in a matter
of minutes.

Once I had finished up shaving his torso, legs, and ass (which definitely
made him squirm, but he never broke eye contact with himself) there was
only his crotch left.

"Mikey," I said and he turned to look at me. "You've been very good so I'll
let you do the rest." I said as I handed him the razor. I wanted him to
fully accept his position that his alpha position was long gone. I also
wanted him to realize that while I had started him on this journey of
discovery I wanted him to also explore what he really wanted.

He took the razor from me and began shaving away every last piece of hair
that made him a man. The whole time that I was shaving him his dick
remained hard, but now that he was shaving himself his dick also leaking
precum. Yeah Mikey wasn't fooling anyone he was enjoying this just as much
as I was.

After we applied lotion to his body I told him to close his eyes. He did
and I stripped off my clothes and I stood naked beside him.

"Open your eyes," I said. He did and his eyes bore into mine and took in my
toned body that wasn't hairless but was trimmed. His eyes roamed over my
entire body taking in the spattering of neatly trimmed chest hair, pubes,
and leg hair. Then Mikey looked down at his childish looking body. I told
him to look at our dicks.

"Yeah you might have a man dick, but you're just a little boy." I said as I
tugged on his dick.

"Yes sir," he said. He couldn't make eye contact with me.

"They messed up somewhere. You weren't supposed to have this thing," I said
as I tugged on his throbbing dick again. "You were supposed to have a nice
clit. Weren't you?"

"Yes sir." He closed his eyes and I assumed he was picturing that.

I ran my hand from his dick to his ass and found his rosebud. "Yeah, but
you have this." I spoke as I rubbed it. "A nice virgin manpussy," I said as
I breathed onto his neck seducing him.

He moaned and quivered under this new excitement. I could feel him flexing
his manclit as my fingers traced over it.

I moved closer to him and his dick slapped against my flat stomach
spreading his precum all over my abs.

"Ugh look what you did you fucking slut," I declared. He looked down at his
mess. "You're just like a fucking dog in heat." He lowered his head after I
said that. "Now lick it up. Bitches don't mark their territory. Alpha dogs
do."

Mike lowered himself and began lapping up his precum as if there were no
tomorrow.

I grabbed something off the counter and said: "now just so this won't
happen again I want you to wear this." I held up a pair of black lace
panties that his whore no-doubt had left behind.

He stood up, took them (almost a little too eagerly) and slipped them
on. To my surprise they were a perfect fit. This made me think if this pair
of underwear was actually the chick's or if they were Mike's own pair.

"My, my, a perfect fit!"

Mike looked down in embarrassment and blushed. His cock was pointing
towards the sky straining against the lace. His precum was leaking down his
shaft and making the lace cling even closer to his perfect package.

"Mikey, is this your underwear?" I asked feeling the lace side with my
right hand.

Mikey mumbled something and kept his head down the entire time.

I slapped him across the face and said, "listen bitch. When you're
addressing a real man you look at him and speak clearly. Is this your own
pair of underwear?"

Mikey raised his head and said, "yes, sir." Then he lowered his head in
embarrassment.

My tiny prick jerked when he said that. Not only did Mikey have an
underwear fetish, but he liked wearing it as well. I thought back to my
high school days when it was rumoured Mikey kept every girl's panties that
he slept with and how many of those he tried on after the girls left.

"Aw, Mikey, there's nothing to be ashamed of," I said as I stroked his
cheek. "You would rather just have a clit than this manmeat any day,
right?" I said as I grabbed his throbbing dick.

"Ohh, yes!" He moaned in reply.

"But you do have a clit," I said as I moved my hand to his ass. "A nice
virgin one..."

"No...n...o...you're not fucking my ass," Mikey hoarsely said through
groans.

"But, Mikey, you don't have an ass, you have a pussy. And you need a real
man to fill you up, don't you?" I whispered into his ear as I reached into
his panties and ran my hand over his perfect glutes.

He moaned in response and very slowly nodded his head.

"Good girl," I said as I gave him a kiss on the lips. I then grabbed the
back of his head and pulled his face into mine until we were full on making
out.

And then I felt something surprising – I felt his hand trace my firm
pecs then go lower until it was resting on my abs. We continued making out
as he felt all over my defined abs and I massaged his rosebud. Then, just
as his hand was on the top of my pants I pulled back and said, "get cleaned
up and I'll show you how a real man uses his dick." Just to clinch it I
leaned in to kiss him again and then just as I felt his breath I quickly
jerked back and walked out of the bathroom. Always leave them wanting
more... And at that moment I knew Mikey was definitely wanting more...

Back in Mikey's bedroom I fluffed his pillows and dug out the lube from his
bedside table (hey, I know every guy has their lube there!). I had to do
this all right because this was my only shot.

I tidied up the bed (though I knew it wouldn't last like that for long),
grabbed the lighter from his dresser and lit the candles that were strewn
throughout the room (probably by his last whore who wanted to amp up the
romance), dimmed the lights, and stripped to my underwear. Maybe I was
going over the top, but I knew that girls liked that shit.

Just as I pulled off my socks I heard someone clear there throat behind
me. I turned around and Mikey was standing there awkwardly dressed in his
black lace panties.

Ok, Richard, you can do this. Be on you're A-game. You might hate this guy,
but if all goes well...

Mikey just kept standing there. Not moving towards me or away from me. And
I knew I only had a few precious seconds to act before Mikey got scared and
backed out.

"You look so hot, babe," I said in my most seductive voice as I walked
towards him. I then leaned in and began kissing him like my life depended
on it. My tongue found its way into Mikey's mouth and fought his tongue for
control of his mouth (mine naturally won).

I took my right hand and placed it on his firm buttock. God, he felt so
good. I felt Mikey's hand again trace down defined physique then stop at
the fabric of my underwear. Then he grabbed my dick and began massaging it
like a pro which made me groan like a cheap slut.

I slipped my hand down into his panties and found his hairless rosebud. I
traced my fingers over it and found that he had prelubed himself. Such a
little slut!

Without warning I plunged my finger in deep going straight for his
prostate. He moaned in my mouth like the little whore he was which only
made me increase my assault on his prostate more.

From the hammering going away on his ass, Mikey moved in closer to me and
as soon as there wasn't any space between us Mikey started thrusting back
on my finger. God if only highschool me could see this now!

"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" I whispered between the kisses.

He simply just moaned in reply and arched his back pushing his ass out more
for me to continue the attack on his prostate.

With the added movement of Mikey thrusting back I hadn't realized that he
was also humping my leg. I looked down and, sure enough, Mikey's engorged
"clit" was vibrating almost to the point of no return.

I needed to extend this more so I broke away from him and ordered him up on
the bed in missionary position as I wanted to see this big ol' bully's face
take a dick up his pussy for the first time. And not just any dick! It was
mine! My dick which he so relentlessly teased me about. I guess some people
really do get their just desserts!

Mikey removed his panties then raised his legs up to chest and put his
sweet cherry on display for me. God, I love seeing a virgin hole.

"Make your pussy wink, babe."

He made it wink several times which made me want to take it even more so
now!

I got up on the bed with him and aimed my cock at his tight chute. I slowly
sank into his warm, velvety goodness and let him adjust to it (though there
wasn't much to adjust for).

I slowly began to thrust in and out which made him moan like a fucking
bitch in heat. His dick was as hard as a rock and leaking an endless amount
of pre-cum. Mikey had his head back and his eyes closed with the look of
sheer bliss plastered on his face.

As I picked up speed I repositioned myself just a tad and found his
prostate!

"HOLY SHIT!" Mikey screamed as I made contact with it. He opened his eyes
and raised his head to look at me – his face displaying the perfect sex
face.

"Yeah, you like it?" I asked him.

"Oh fuck, yeah." Mikey answered then said, "Fuck...you keep this...up and
I'm gon..."

Mikey couldn't answer as another wave of pleasure washed over him. I knew
that Mikey was getting close and that he would have a hands-free orgasm so
I knew the time to act was now so I pulled out of him.

"Wha...why'd you stop?" Mikey asked trying to come down from his almost
orgasm.

"I just realized that the hour is up. You're free," I said as I grabbed for
my boxers.

"Bu...I mean..." I knew that Mikey was struggling for the words to say that
he wanted me to fuck him.

"A deal's a deal." I said slipping on my underwear.

"But I was so close... can't you, I mean..."

"Yes, Mikey?"

"Can't you just finish fucking me. I mean fucking my pussy. I just...I'm so
horned up right now. I'm gonna fucking explode!"

"Well if you insist..." I said as I slid right back into his loosened up
hole.

In a matter of seconds we were right back to where we were before we had
that conversation. I knew that Mikey was mine...

I rammed his prostate over and over again! Thank god my dick is the length
it is because it just hits the prostate perfectly! And Mikey was moaning
and groaning to no end! You'd think he was in pain if you couldn't see the
look on his face!

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" Mikey bellowed as his first hands free orgasm
erupted. I took a hold of his dick and directed the flow where I wanted
it. The first shot hit the wall behind him, the next few I aimed towards
his face, the 4th, 5th, and 6th shots I aimed at his chest, the 7th and
8th, fell on his abs, and the last two just trickled down his hard shaft.

With his pussy clenching down on my dick even more so now I came almost
immediately after that. I unloaded what felt like the most intense orgasm I
had to date. I moaned as my orgasm subsided and looked at the sight below
me: a fucking stud, with cum covering his body. Mikey's eyes were shut and
his breathing was returning to normal.

I pulled out of him leaving his hole slightly gaping and leaking my
precious babies. Next time I'll feed him my cum I decided.

Mikey was fast asleep now. I could've had a marching band come through
there and he still wouldn't have woken up.

I spotted a tube of lipstick on his nightstand and applied it to his
lips. Then I wrote "CUM WHORE" across his chest with the lipstick. I
admired my handiwork and then I spotted Mikey's panties on the floor so I
put it beside him.

I quickly wiped the sweat off, dressed, and left Mikey's apartment. And
since I didn't have a key I had to leave it unlocked.

I sure hope someone finds him...

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Sorry for the delay with this chapter. Things just got extremely busy with
me. As always, I love to hear feedback: davidgaingridge@gmail.com