AJ felt like he was in some sort of half-in / half-out, dream-like state. He awoke shivering and soaked with sweat. He reached around, searching for something, anything, to find out where he was.
"You're okay," a voice said from somewhere nearby. "I'm here. What do you need?"
"Where am I?" AJ asked, not understanding why it was so dark, or why his bed was so lumpy.
"You're on the couch," the voice said, and he felt someone's fingers slide through his hair softly. He moaned at how good it felt and smiled. "Do you want water? Mommy's got you."
"Mommy?" AJ questioned then. His mother? It took him a minute. His brain felt raw and sluggish.
"I'm here sweetie," she said, and then he smelled her, the familiar scent of her perfume, and the lingering scent of epoxy floor coating. AJ closed his eyes. It was Melody, not his real mother. He shook his head. There was no way it could be his real mother. He hadn't seen her in...ages.
"Don't worry. We cleaned up the mess. We got you cleaned up, and you're on the couch now."
"I want to go to bed," AJ said in a whiny voice.
"Well, you can't," Melody said. "Your bed is buried and...your father and I think that the basement needs time to set. At least twenty-four hours. So until that happens, the basement is off limits."
"What about my clothes?" AJ asked, his arm coming out from underneath the covers and flopping to the side. His muscles felt heavy, sore, and weak. His left hand grabbed his privates underneath the covers and he was glad his penis hadn't fallen off. That would have been bad.
"Your clothes are on the table," Melody said. "It's okay. You can put them back on in the morning. Either that or, your dad says he might have a few things that will fit you."
AJ tried to raise his arm, but he only accomplished a kind of rotation which brought his hand up above his head where it flopped against Melody's chest and then lay there, above his head, resting on her chest.
"Sorry," AJ said, and he tried to pull his arm back, but it refused to move.
"It's okay. Stop fidgeting. I've got you," Melody said, and he felt her arm lift his shoulders up just a bit as if readjusting herself.
"Thank you," AJ moaned, and then he found the energy to move, and he flopped his body to one side, rolling toward Melody's voice. He felt his face pressed against something soft and warm and he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his face resting snugly on the pillows.
When AJ woke up, he did so with a start, and then, he slowly sat up and looked around. He was on the couch. That much he knew. Melody was gone. A single sheet was draped over his naked body and he pulled it securely into place, noting that his cock was hard as a rock. Nothing new there.
As he readjusted the sheet, he looked around and then found his shorts and underwear, as well as his shirt, folded up and sitting neatly on the table in front of him. He grabbed his underwear and pulled them under the sheet, and then hurried to slip his ankles through the holes, gradually pulling them up until they were snug in place. Once his underwear was on, he stood up and then fell back down to the couch feeling dizzy.
"One step at a time," AJ said to himself. "One step at a time." He grabbed the rest of his clothes and put them on. He picked up the sheet and was going to fold it up, until he saw cum stains on it, and thought better of it. Slowly, he got to his feet, testing the waters, and then he walked to the bathroom and put the sheet into the laundry hamper.
"Candice?" AJ asked, going to her door which was right there. "Candice. You in there?" He slipped around the corner, looking in through the open doorway, and saw the room was empty. No, not just devoid of Candice, but empty. Completely empty, like Candice had moved out, empty.
"What the fuck?" AJ asked himself, and he went to his father's bedroom and knocked on the door. When nobody answered, he grabbed the handle and turned it. The handle moved a fraction of an inch, but no more. AJ sighed. It was locked. AJ hurried to check the other rooms in the house, just in case something weird was going on, and then he went to the kitchen. He reached under the sink, grabbed the spare key to his father's room, and went to the secondary door at the top of the stairs. He pushed the key into the handle, turned it, and then turned the handle. The door came open.
"Dad?" AJ asked, pushing the door open just enough to fit his head through the opening. He looked around, saw nobody within, and was about to close the door when he saw a familiar item sitting on his father's dresser. "What the hell?" AJ asked, and he pushed the door open even more. He flipped the light on, and then wished he hadn't. The bedroom was a wreck. The bed was covered with blankets and foreign objects. It was the nicest way he could put the cacophony of items that were there.
Handcuffs were cuffed to specific spots on the headboard. A riding crop lay on one side of the bed, and a double dildo lay half-tucked underneath a pillow. There were leather wrist cuffs, a leather harness of some sort, multiple leather masks, and additional dildos of all shapes and sizes scattered about the room.
AJ tried to avert his eyes and only looked at the item that had caused him to enter the room, but when he saw the magazine, his magazine, open to a specific section, he froze. He stepped in front of the magazine and flipped a page back, and found magic marker writing on some of the pictures. He furrowed his brow and flipped back another page. "Sexy ideas to spice up the night," the article read and the first entry was "extended edging". There was a checkmark next to it. "Mutual oral pleasure," was next. AJ flipped the page forward, realizing that the checkmarks meant they'd done it. He backed out of the room and pulled the key out of the door handle, rotated it until he was sure it was locked, and went to put the key back.
He was just making his way back to the couch, when the door opened and Melody ran across the room, almost tackling him. "Are you okay? Why are you up? How do you feel?"
"I...I'm okay," AJ said, shaking his head a bit.
"You really gave us a scare," his father said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"What happened?" AJ asked.
"What didn't happen," Jaxson said, and then he waved off Melody's sharp glare and said, "Let Mom explain it to you."
AJ turned to Melody and waited.
"Well, you remember we were doing the floor in the basement, right?"
"Yeah," AJ said, his brain still a bit foggy on the whole thing.
"Well, apparently, the fumes got to you. You were saying strange things, acting funny."
"Mmmm," AJ said, putting a hand to his forehead. He remembered doing something he wished he could take back, and he realized now, that this might be the perfect opportunity to act as if it never happened. "I remember...starting," AJ said softly as if struggling to recall the events of the previous evening.
"Well, you threw up," Melody said.
"Oh, it was so gross," Jaxson said, shaking his head.
"Jax. Please," Melody said and Jaxson nodded and then stepped into the kitchen. "Well, you passed out. We got you cleaned up, and then brought you out here on the couch."
"I figured that much," AJ said flatly.
"Well, you slept the entire next day," Melody said.
AJ blinked. "I did what?"
"You slept," Melody said. "The second day, you started coming around, but all you did was ask if...." Melody leaned close and gave him a wry smile. "You kept asking if we'd found your penis."
"How many days was I out of it?" AJ asked.
"Three days," Melody said, reaching out and patting his knee. "But you're awake now, and that's what counts."
"I...you didn't take me to the hospital?" AJ asked, thinking if his father or Melody or Candice had suddenly fallen asleep for an entire day, he would probably insist on taking them to the hospital.
"Of course not," Melody said. "I called my physician friend. He recommended a few things and viola! You're awake."
"After three days," AJ said.
"What's wrong?" Melody asked then, confused. "I thought you'd be happy to be awake."
"I am happy to be awake," AJ answered.
"Well that's good," Melody said. "You inhaled a lot of fumes. And how fast you were going, you probably weren't holding your breath at all, were you?"
