As I wake the next morning, opening my eyes after what felt like the longest sleep i've had since moving here, I realise I'm not in my own bed. I'm belly down, face buried into a pillow, with a preference to sleeping in loose boxers, I'm unusually naked.
Then it hits me, flashbacks of the great floods of the CJ gym owners. What a weekend! Face fucked in the gym locker room showers, taken into the woods and bent over a tree stump, and then last night. My balls still slightly aching after being emptied so many times. I have so many questions!
Where's Chad? Where's James? Have they left me here? Where are my clothes?
As I sit up in bed, I quickly scan the floor. I can't see my clothes anywhere. They're not in the bed, on the floor, on a chair or anywhere to be seen. Have they taken them? Are they trying to humiliate me? Or are they waiting for me somewhere else?
"James?........."
"....Chad?..."
No reply. The flat is silent.
In search for my clothes, my underwear at least, I poke my head into the hallway. No clothes or body in sight. Slowly I make my way down the hall into the kitchen, the suspense is killing me, and the morning, is well, semi.
In the kitchen, i find Chad and James. Arms folded, dissapointingly robed in their dressing gowns embroided with CJ Gyms on the top right breast.
"Oliver, we need to talk." said James.
Well I knew this wouldn't last for ever, but i was hoping this wouldnt end so fast.
"We wanted to thank you for last night." Chad added.
