For all of his monumental struggle and accomplishment in such a compromised state, Ty fails to hear the quiet footsteps that had followed his great journey down the stairs, and thus is surprised to the point of letting out a little piss along with a terrified whimper when he feels two hands grasp his ovular form. They indent into his supple flesh and lift him from the floor where he’s left a puddle of mostly cum.
“Man. Now I gotta clean this up. How’d you do all that?” The student flips Ty around and looks him over with clear annoyance. In a fraction of the time it took Ty to reach this point, he whisks the helpless, former boy away and into the kitchen. He plops him into a bowl in the sink and then grabs the windex and some paper towels and disappears yet again.
Ty is trapped. There’s no way he can wobble himself out of the bowl, let alone the sink. He was so close. So close to some sense of freedom. What will happen to him now?