Brad lay there, his tiny body trapped and immobilized beneath a thick layer of cooling semen, as he struggled to come to terms with his new reality. He had been so close to experiencing the ultimate act of raw, primal male bonding, so desperate to be a part of Cole's release in his lust-addled state. But now, as he lay there helpless and at the mercy of his neighbor's whims, he could only pray that his tiny, fragile form would be spared from any further "accidents."
The room fell silent, save for the distant sounds of Cole's heavy breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as he cleaned himself up and tucked his spent member back into his shorts. Brad’s mind raced with a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, from the lingering heat and scent of his neighbor's release, to the terrifying realization of just how close he had come to being seriously injured or even killed.
As the minutes ticked by and the room remained still and quiet, Brad’s thoughts turned to the bleak future that stretched out before him. He was utterly dependent on Cole's goodwill and mercy, a plaything at the mercy of his neighbor's whims and desires. He had no way to communicate, no way to defend himself, and no way to ensure his safety or well-being.
His only hope was that Cole would leave him be, that he would forget about the tiny, helpless creature trapped beneath a cooling puddle of his own semen. But a dark part of him, the same part that had driven him to hover so close to his neighbor's stroking hand, couldn't help but wonder what other "adventures" and "experiences" Cole might have in store for his new pet.
With a shudder of revulsion and a spike of fear, Brad could only wait and pray that whatever happened next, he would survive it intact. He was no longer in control of his own destiny, and that realization filled him with a deep, abiding dread that he could not shake.