Unable to make a sound, you are totally helpless as your new owner slips into a pair of gym shorts and goes for a run. Without light to see, you spend the day with Kevin’s hard cock pressing firmly against your face. His sweat and precum (a result of his constant arousal) seep into you, making you rank by the time he gets back home.
“Time for a bath coach,” you hear. Light floods into Kevin’s pants and you see his giant hand coming towards you. You inwardly groan with disgust as he rubs you against his moist, throbbing erection before finally taking you off. A hideous sense of vertigo fills you as you are lifted up, and then dropped in the swirl waters of Kevin’s washing machine along with his stinking track clothes. Darkness swallows you again as the lid shuts with a resounding thud.
An eternity of noise, water, and spinning passes before the lid lifts again and Kevin pulls you out. His contented smile fades as he looks at you. “What the fu…?” he says, rubbing your cloth face between his fingers. “The ink’s run… why the hell would it run after two years?!”
He drops you on the floor and you feel a sudden surge fill your body. You feel your limbs return and soon you are crouched on the floor, soaking wet, naked, and human once more. Although he’s around your size, Kevin appears to loom over you still as he stares at your naked body.
“Who the hell are you? And where’s Coach Allen?!”