I was alone now, the lights were off, I was contemplating my current state.
I shifted around but I couldn't get comfortable. I had been strapped down to my bed. I was told this would be the last time I got to sleep on my bed so I should enjoy it, but how could I? I was in pain. Different parts of my body were aching either from the rough sex, the beatings, the piercing, the gear, or the tattoo. I was also starving, cum is not breakfast. As if all the physical anguish wasn't enough, I also struggled to accept the situation I was in. I was a slave, and I had never planned on being a slave. My job was toast, and who could set me free? I am a freak with a red mohawk.
I didn't have any more tears to cry, I was just weak and disgusting. The cold shower hadn't cleaned me off very well. The smell of Jon's stale piss still was clinging to my hair and as I laid on the bed I shivered.
I drifted in and out of sleep, waking up several times in fear only to realize the nightmare in my head was nothing compared to the nightmare of my real life. So as the sun started to set, and my bowels felt they were going to bust, I heard the front door open and someone walk in with the sound of some metal clanging.
"What a good little slut, you didn't shit yourself. I brought over your new bed." Jon said as he started putting together a large dog crate. Once he finished he unhooked me from the bed and brought me into the bathroom. Finally I could sit on the toilette. As I was sitting there he pulled out his cock and pissed all over my chest and dick. If felt nice and warm, but the thought of his urine repulsed me.
"mmmmmm better, I have been saving that all afternoon for you, now clean off my dick." Jon said and then smashed his cock into my mouth. "I need to feed you quickly before I put you in your new cage. I have some people coming over to pick up things you won't be needing."
His cock slipped out of my mouth. "Wh.. wh.. what do you mean?" I stammered.
"I have been posting your furniture on craigslist. I need to buy you some gear and empty out this place." he grabbed my head and slid me back onto his cock, as I gurgled a weak protest. He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth as I gagged. I could barely breath and a couple of times I thought I was going to throw up before he finally pulled out and splattered his cum all over my face. "Use this towel to dry off and meet me in the kitchen.
He had mixed some things I had in my fridge, put it on a plate and placed it on the floor. It was nasty but I was so hungry I didn't care. The last real meal I had was last night right before he came. When I finished he let me drink as much water as I wanted before locking a ball gag in my mouth and throwing me in the cage he had brought with him.
I heard the first person arrive to pick up the couch. I shook the cage with all my might I was hoping to be found, rescued, whatever. instead I heard Jon explain, "I have a German Shepherd, she gets so excited when people come over I had to lock her up in her pen." When the guy left with the couch Jon came in furious. "Think you're pretty clever huh," he opened the cage door and grabbed me by my mohawk and dragged me out. Then he squeezed my balls as I squealed into my gag in pain. "Do that again and I will squeeze these even harder!" I didn't shake the cage again, and I heard at least a half a dozen more people come and go. Jon told the same lame story that he was moving across country and everything had to go. Nobody knew the truth, that the owner of the apartment was being held captive in the room next door as his life was being destroyed without the power to do anything about it.