Hi again. So I'm writing on this male-male gay romance for the Ice Era Chronicles and that's been so much fun, but I keep coming back to this. I have considered that there might be something wrong with me, but oh well. You know what they say... if you're bored, you're boring. And I am never bored!
Cheers!
~M~ from C.M. Moore
*Chapter 5*
My only friend is a plastic cup.
Once again Murry woke, confused, but this time no pain. At least not pain from someone hurting him.
He rolled over to ease the ache in his shoulder from sleeping on the floor. His eyes opened to bright light and a pink ceiling. He sat and looked around. The square room he was in was empty except for a low metal coffee table. Everything was pink. Pink walls, ceiling, floor. Running his hand over the floor, the surface was smooth like one giant tile from a hardware store.
Murry came to his feet and stared down at his naked body. Nervously, Murry slipped his hand over his balls and then to his anus. There wasn't a bloody gaping mess. He sighed with relief and then looked at his arm. No half-eaten flesh.
After checking a few other parts of his body, Murry walked around the pink room. He discovered two doors. One didn't open. That exit had no handle or latches or hinges. The opening was merely an outline in the wall. The second door led into a small white room. A hole was in the corner on the floor. When he stared in, there was only a black nothing.
On the opposite side of the area was a short stubby green tube. The spout was like a cut-off garden hose. When Murry stepped under the pipe, he was instantly blasted with cold water. He jumped out of the spray shivering and slicking drops off his chest. He tried again to get under the water, but he only ended up washing his hands before the cold made his fingers go numb.
As he waved his arms, he glanced at where the hairy alien had eaten him. The skin was healed with scabs forming. He studied his other injuries. Most of the cuts and deeper wounds were either scabbed over or faint scars. The little amount of water that had spayed him removed portions of the dried blood.
For a second Murry considered returning to the spay to remove all the blood, but a second shiver shot down his spine. He didn't have the energy to stand under cold water. Turning away from what he guessed was his bathroom, he headed back into his new living quarters.
Since there was nothing to explore but the table, Murry sat at the sleek silver coffee table. He ran his hands over the metal. Unlike the hose, nothing happened. Next, he tried to pick up the table. The furniture didn't move. He patted around the top and then underneath it. Frustrated, Murry began to pace. So... this was his prison?
Wandering, Murry walked over to the corner and curled next to the wall. His arm hurt a little from sleeping on his shoulder on the hard surface. He adjusted until he was in a fetal position and wished for clothes or food or a blanket. Briefly, he wondered where Keltrix was and if the alien wanted to leave him here. Did JP put him in this cell to keep him out of the way? Was Murry too much trouble? Murry fell back asleep feeling more alone then he'd ever felt in his life.
Days passed. One day was exactly like the next. Murry had zero sense of time and would have given anything to see a clock. He woke and sometimes a green goop in a plastic cup would be sitting on the table. Murry would try to drink down as much of the muck as he could stomach before he would pour the rest of the liquid into the toilet hole. He dodged the water sprayer and sat on the floor making a drum beat with the plastic-type cup.
After another few days, Murry started to become an expert at games he could come up with one cup. He played catch. He rolled it back and forth. He balanced the cup on the side of the table. More days passed. He cried or he screamed. He talked to himself and counted as high as he could go. He paced.
Sleeping, Murry was abruptly jarred out of his slumber by two tentacles wrapping around his waist. His eyes popped open. Keltrix stood over him looking furious.
Roughly, the alien hauled Murry to his feet and began to drag him across the room.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Murry stumbled into what he labeled as the bathroom.
"I looked into your mind," Keltrix snapped. "And I should not have to do this. You know how to clean yourself."
Murry was shoved into the cold spray. He yelped and would've jumped out of the water, but ruthlessly Keltrix held him. Slapping a tentacle away, Murry tried to get out from under the freezing drops. Stubbornly, Kel held on as he glided a top tentacle to one wall. Creamy white liquid oozed out like the tile was drooling foam.
"Stop it." Murry fought Kel to get out of the water slapping him in the face, but the alien was immovable. The tentacles only tighten to a bruising pressure as Murry struggled. "Let go."
Swiping the white ooze off the wall, Keltrix began to make soapy suds and slick them all over Murry's body. The damn tentacles went everywhere. Murry's cheeks began to heat up when they slid between his legs to glide against his balls and over his cock. Kel caressed between Murry's ass cheeks and up his back.
