He woke up, finding himself under an unfamiliar bed.
He looked around at his surroundings, only to discover that he was alone. Silence filled the room, the air thick, along with a powerful sense of loneliness. He sat up, checking himself for injuries. Everything seemed fine other than the weird stickiness covering his entire body. It was colorless and drying, making him uncomfortable as he had heard about the things humans used socks for. Never his human, although there is a first time for everything.
Being a sock, he was now wondering what was going on. Why is he under an unknown bed? His human has never left him alone anywhere in the past. Where has his partner gone? She only ever leaves for brief periods of time and during those times he can still feel her. The bond between socks is strong. The sense of loneliness shows she may be gone for good. This is unsettling. Why is this happening? Who has done this? Who would hurt his mate? He is overwhelmed and lightheaded. Everything goes black.
When he comes to, he is still under the unfamiliar bed, but this time he hears voices. “It worked. Just give me the money. I promise it will happen. Make sure you find your sock and keep it on you. If you ever get too far away from it, then it will all come undone and you won’t like the results.” It was a woman’s voice that he recognized but can’t quite remember from where. His memory is fuzzy from whatever transpired. Suddenly the familiar face of his human appears in front of him.
His human is a man named Orin.
Orin is a 73-year-old man.
He has lived by himself ever since his wife passed away three years ago. He finally started dating again and has had a few dates, but no one can compare to his Martha. They had been together since they were in their early 20s, and married after only one year of dating. They had no children since they both liked to travel and they didn’t want to give up traveling for a family.
Orin reached under the bed and grabbed the sock. “There you are,” he said while putting the sock in his pocket. He looked towards the woman. “Am I allowed to wash this thing? It’s getting hard.”
“No,” she responded. “You must never wash the socks.” The sock must stay on you at all times and in the state it was in when you found it. Otherwise, it will cease to work. Once broken, you cannot repeat the ritual.”
Orin nodded. “Okay, thank you Lila, it was a pleasure working with you. If it doesn’t work, should I come back?”
“No. If it doesn’t work, that means you did something wrong. I don’t make mistakes. Now pay me and leave.”
Orin pulls out his wallet and hands her $600 before he rushes out the front door.
When Orin gets home, he decides he needs to see if the ritual worked. He sits down on his couch and pulls out an old VHS. He studied it at length before inserting it into the VCR. It is an old homemade film of him and Martha. He unbuttons his pants and pulls out his penis. It’s soft and pink but now has a slight woven appearance. It feels textured as well. “Ribbed for her pleasure,” he laughs to himself. He touches himself to the visual of Martha giving him a blow job on his TV. Immediately, he notices his penis is getting hard, harder than it has been in years, maybe even ever. He moans. It is also extremely sensitive, and he doesn’t remember it ever being this big. When he finally cums, he was unprepared for how large the load was. It came out in several large spurts, covering his legs and the couch.
Exhausted, he zips up his pants and falls asleep.
Finally the moaning stopped
The Sock, unhappy being shoved in a pocket and forced to watch his human do unspeakable acts with himself, tries to squirm out of the pocket. He is able to free himself, and he falls into a puddle of something thick and wet. He lay in the puddle and tried to remember what had happened the day before.
He remembers that morning like any other morning. Orin lifted him and his sweet partner out of the sock drawer and lowered them onto his well cared for wrinkled feet. He thinks about the times before Martha passed when she and Orin would go get pedicures every month together. When they got there, the nice Asian lady would carefully remove him from Orin’s foot and place him and his partner, folded neatly, on a tray nearby where they would lie together.
He hopes he can find her soon. He misses the comfort of having her nearby. Anyway, he got distracted.
After being put on, they walked through the house. The Sock greeted everyone he passed. They ended up at the dining room table, and he remembers hearing Orin mumbling to himself. Orin had been trying to date again, and the last couple of times he brought a woman home, it never ended well. The Sock had watched things happen (or not) from the dirty clothes pile. The women always ended up mad and leaving. Something about how Orin should have told them it doesn’t work. The Sock was never sure what “it” is, but apparently it is required for a human relationship. The Sock was pretty sure that is what Orin was mumbling about at the table.
Not too long after, he was aggressively shoved into Sketcher. Sketcher was always kind, but never enjoyed having things shoved inside of him against his will. It was especially unpleasant when others ended up inside Sketcher with them both. The occasional rock, a coin, dirt, things like that. The Sock wasn’t in the mood to be crammed inside of things today, so he was hoping wherever they were heading, they wouldn’t be there long.
Since The Sock couldn’t see where they were going, he was relying on Sketcher to tell him about their destination upon arrival. “I have never seen this house before. It doesn’t even look like anyone lives here.” Sketcher told him. He heard Orin knock on a door and, when the door opened, they exchanged no words. When they got inside, Orin removed his shoes, and The Sock could finally see where he was. It was inside a small house. He could tell that they hadn’t maintained it well, so it looked almost abandoned. Looking around a bit more, he suspected that someone had abandoned it. There was no sign of anyone living in the house. No furniture, no decorations, nothing.
The woman said nothing, just gestured for Orin to follow her.
Orin followed the woman down a long hallway.
“So online it said your name was Lila. Is that your real name?” She said nothing in response, just turned and glanced at him. She was an exquisite woman. Looked to be about mid 30s with shoulder length black hair and large blue eyes. She was tall even without shoes on. Orin suddenly crashed into her. He hadn’t realized she had stopped walking. Lila came to a stop in front of a heavy wooden door. He noticed the door had four locks on the outside. Orin began feeling anxious about this whole thing. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, motioning for him to go down the stairs.
Orin stepped forward, looking down the stairs. It was dark, but off to the left he could see a faint flickering glow. Candles? He glanced at Lila. “I’m not comfortable with this. I think I should leave.”
“I think you should walk down the stairs. I dislike people wasting my time. Do you want your dick to work again or not?” her voice was harsh and raspy. If he wasn’t so afraid, he may have been aroused.
Against his better judgment, he went down the stairs. He could hear her breathing faintly behind him. When he got to the bottom, he paused briefly to look around. To the right, there was a chair in the center of a circle of candles. The candles gave off a pleasant glow, and he momentarily forgot he was feeling anxious about the entire situation. Lila cleared her throat and gave him a push so she could get past him. She motioned for him to sit in the chair while she walked over to a table.
“Listen, I feel like I should know what is going to happen before I sit in this chair. Online, you just told me you had a way to make my penis work again. Forgive me for being naive, but I assumed it would be a pill or a drink or something like that. Not following someone into a creepy basement.”
Lila looked him in his eyes and, not breaking eye contact, walked toward him. He tried to back away, but his feet refused to cooperate with him. She grabbed his hand and walked him to the chair. She pushed him down into the chair and walked back to the table, never breaking eye contact. Lila grabbed a small dish from the table and brought it over to Orin. She bent down and held the dish in front of his face. While staring directly in his eyes, she blew a sweet smelling powder in his face.
Orin coughed and took one last look into her eyes before passing out.
The sock saw the woman walk up to his human
She was standing so close he couldn’t see what was going on. A powder fell on the surrounding ground. He glanced at his partner, who was also silent. This is a very weird situation, and he felt as if they were in trouble. The woman poked Orin and then walked away. She set down the dish and walked back over. She started undressing Orin, first his shirt, then pants, then underwear. Finally, she crouched down and first lifted his left foot and removed his partner, laying her on the ground. She turned to him. She raised the right foot and carefully slid him off the foot. He expected her to lay him on the ground as well, but she carried him over to the table, leaving his partner behind. He yelled at her to run, but she was paralyzed with fear.
The woman grabbed a large wooden bowl and dropped him inside. He held still, watching her, waiting for the perfect time to escape. She stepped away to collect the clothes she had removed. He noticed when she came back she had everything but his partner. The Sock was getting even more worried. Determined to rescue his partner, he started trying to pull himself out of the bowl. He pulled himself up, so he was halfway out of the bowl. As he was getting ready to throw himself out, the woman shoved him back inside. She began chanting and cracking eggs over the bowl. The Sock was soon covered in egg whites. The woman then picked up a small dish and lit whatever was inside on fire, dumping the still-burning ingredients on The Sock while still chanting.
The egg whites prevented him from burning, and for that, he was thankful. Suddenly, she let out a yell and lifted the bowl he was in. She brought him back over to Orin, where he saw his partner still lying, terrified, on the ground. The woman set the bowl down and raised her hand over it. She pulled out a rusty knife and cut her hand, bleeding into the bowl. The Sock was horrified as he watched the blood being absorbed into him. He saw her lift his partner onto Orin’s penis, covering it completely. She lifted the sock and rubbed him against his partner/the penis until it was fully erect. A dark powder fell on them.
His world went dark
All the candles had gone out, and so he was unable to see anything until his eyes adjusted to the dark. He was finally confident enough to wander around looking for his clothes. Orin was too afraid to call out for help, so he stayed silent.
Finally, he located his clothes, neatly folded on a table. He notices though, that his socks were missing. He got dressed and, barefoot went up the stairs. When he got to the top, he turned the doorknob and pushed. The door was stuck. He remembered the locks on the outside of the door. Starting to feel scared, Orin pounded as hard as he could, screaming for someone to let him out. Finally, when his voice started sounding hoarse, he heard a voice on the other side of the door.
“What is your name, age, and are you dressed?”
He recognized it as Lila’s voice.
“Orin, 73, yes, I am dressed. Please Lila, let me out.”
He was met with silence. He gave up hope of being let out when he heard her walking away from the door. Orin sat on the steps waiting. Finally, on the other side of the door, he heard footsteps coming near him. He listened to the sound of Lila unlocking the locks, one by one.
The door swung open, and the sunlight blinded him. He blinked and let his eyes adjust while Lila spoke. “Okay, I will give you instructions that you MUST follow completely. Remember them because after today you will never find me again. You may have noticed that your socks are missing. They were needed for the ritual, one of them has become a part of you. The other one is somewhere in this house. Part of the ritual involved the sock being hidden and the subject of the sock finding it. You must find the sock within an hour, or the ritual will be unfinished and will fail. Don’t ask me for help as I know not where the sock went. Once you find the sock, it must never leave you. You must keep it within four feet of you at all times. Honestly, it’s easier to just get in the habit of carrying it around. Finally, you must rub one egg white on both the sock and your penis every night. Should you fail to comply, there will be unfortunate consequences. Don’t even think about washing the sock, or your penis. This too will end in disaster.”
She stopped talking and stared at him, gesturing to the rest of the house. Orin scrambled around looking for his hidden sock. He looked in cupboards, on top of shelves, under tables and chairs. He kept wanting to know how much time had passed, but there were no clocks anywhere, and Lila didn’t seem like she was going to be of anymore help. There were two rooms he hadn’t searched yet, the bathroom and a bedroom. He chose the bedroom first, and quickly glanced under the bed.
There he found the hidden sock
The Sock snaps back to his jizz covered reality.
The Sock lies there, stuck to the couch. He struggled to escape, but the abundance of jizz entrapped him. He waited for Orin to wake up again, but it had been so long since he had any sort of relief and the load was so large, he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon.
He heard the cat walking around near the couch. “Here kitty! Come up here kitty!” The Sock yelled as loud as he was able. He could hear the cat get closer. She was a large orange cat named Nacho. Nacho jumped up on the couch and meowed at Orin who didn’t stir. The Sock continued yelling to the cat, who finally noticed him and started batting at him, splattering jizz everywhere. The Sock, now covered in jizz splatter but finally free, slides off the couch and onto the floor.
He knows what has become of his partner, destined forever to be a penis now. He remembers overhearing Orin being told not to let him get too far away or something bad would happen. Bad for who? Him? His partner? Orin? The Sock doesn’t even know if life is worth living without his darling partner. Is she suffering? He hopes she isn’t in pain. How could Orin do this for his own selfish reasons? He is just a sock and doesn’t understand why a penis is so important, but it can’t be worth another’s life, can it?
The Sock thinks about the best way to get his revenge.
Orin woke up on the couch, covered in jizz.
He looked next to him in the spot he remembered placing his sock, only to find it wasn’t there. Frantic, he started looking all over the couch. When he stood up, he tripped over Nacho, who was lying there playing with the sock. He sighed in relief and picked up the sock, shoving it back into his pocket. Orin remembered what Lila said about the egg whites and couldn’t remember if he had any eggs in the refrigerator. He got up to check. While walking to the fridge, he realized how gross his clothing looked from his couch session earlier. He proceeded to take off his clothing and throw it into the corner of the room.
Naked, he continued walking towards the fridge. He opened it up and peered inside. Satisfied with seeing a carton of eggs, he grabbed a bottle of water and headed to his bedroom. Once there, he sat down naked on his bed and pulled out his cell phone. Pleased that his penis is finally working again and filled with a newfound confidence, he opened up one of the dating apps he used.
Orin saw he had several unread messages since the last time he checked. He hadn’t bothered checking for a few days since the last few dates had ended terribly. He opened up the first one, it was from a woman named Clare. She was 68 and beautiful. He didn’t even bother reading the message and just typed out, “Hey would you be interested in getting dinner tomorrow night?” He closed the app and checked the time. 10:30 PM it’s getting late, he should have just grabbed the eggs while he was in the kitchen. Oh well, the exercise won’t hurt him.
Orin heads to the kitchen and pulls out two eggs, separating the whites from the yolks. He puts the yolks in a bowl and sets it on the floor for Nacho. He then pulled The Sock out of his pocket and covered it in egg whites. After doing that, he pulled out his penis and rubbed egg whites on that. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to just let it dry or not, so he decided to just put it back in his pants and go to bed, taking The Sock with him. Orin crawls into his bed and slides The Sock under his pillow. He decides not to set an alarm and just goes to sleep.
His damp egg covered member makes falling asleep hard.
The next morning, The Sock woke up feeling very stiff and crusty.
He was unsure of where he was. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Orin rubbing egg white on him. The Sock was so unsure of what was happening to his human. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him and pulled him into the sunlight. Being so stiff was unpleasant, he wanted nothing more than to be run through the washing machine. Orin grabbed him by his opening and pried it apart, shoving his foot inside.
The Sock wanted to cry, he had never felt such an awful feeling before. Normally having a foot shoved inside his hole was a pleasant experience. Feeling the foot against his nice soft fabric, making every fiber tingle. Now though, the experience is nothing like it once was. His once soft fabric now hard, stiff, and crusty, he was unsure how Orin even got his foot inside. Orin stood up and walked across the room to the bathroom. Every step he took was miserable, pain quickly becoming his new normal. The Sock attempted to squeeze the man’s foot, but there is no longer any stretch to his body.
Once in the bathroom, he tried not to cry while he watched Orin go about his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, shaved, but he didn’t shower. Instead, he took a washcloth and used that to clean everywhere but his penis. The sock didn’t think this was very sanitary and was rather disgusted. Does this mean that he will never be washed either?
The Sock contemplated trying to end his life.
After he finishes cleaning up, he goes to check his phone.
He gets his phone off the charger and checks to see if Clare has responded. He opened the app, and sure enough, there was a message from Clare. She said she would love to get dinner and even suggested a nice Italian place downtown. He offered to meet her at seven and went about the rest of his day.
Orin couldn’t stand wearing the crusty sock anymore. What was once his favorite sock is now a stiff, scratchy mess. He removed the sock and carried it over to his dresser, where he put on pants. Stuffing the sock in his pants pocket, he grabbed his phone and went to watch TV. Looking at the couch, he felt disgusted with himself. He never cleaned up the cum. He was unsure whether he should clean it up or just throw a blanket over it. On one hand he is still feeling a bit off from everything that happened, on the other hand, there is a chance that Clare might come over. Deciding that just throwing a blanket over it would be the easiest option, he grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet and threw it over the couch. Satisfied, he sat down and turned on the TV.
Having forgotten he was watching his home movies the night before, the loud moaning coming from the speakers startled him. He switched it off and settled on a game show he enjoyed. The Unknown it was called, contestants had to choose between two doors. One door leads to the next room, and one door leads to a challenge they can do. If they complete the challenge, they move on, but if not, they are eliminated. He had applied for the game show once but was told he was too old. They need to create a game show for those 70 and older. Maybe that is something he should do someday.
He had lost track of time and decided to check his messages. When he stood up, he also realized he had to pee. Two birds with one stone he thought to himself. He grabbed his phone and headed to the bathroom. Clare let him know that she would be there at seven. He unzipped his pants, and that was when the smell hit him. Rotten and sulphuric it burned his nose. Realizing it was his penis, he began to panic. He held his breath while peeing and looked around wildly for something to cover the smell. Finding nothing in the bathroom, he headed into the kitchen.
Orin remembered reading once that baking soda eliminates odors, so he grabbed the box he had in the back of his cupboard and dumped some into his underwear. He zipped up his pants, praying that it would help the smell. Lila might know what he could do, he thought as he ran to his computer. He opened the message board where he met her and went to find their old messages, but the screen displayed USER NOT FOUND.
Well Fuck.
The Sock has never been so thankful he didn’t have a nose than he was this day.
The way Orin was acting about the way his penis smelled was alarming. The Sock had never seen anyone dump an entire box of baking soda down their pants. From the way it sounds, Orin has a date today as well. While normally he would never wish bad things on Orin, he was still extremely upset about being separated from his partner. He missed her intensely. But he had a plan to get his revenge.
Unfortunately, revenge depends on the date going well. It has to go well. Also, he is so tired of being crammed in a pocket. Being bunched up like this is one of the most unpleasant experiences of his life. If he can not be washed and dried, then death is most welcome. Inside the pocket, he is unable to see what is going on in the outside world. He can’t hear conversations well or interact with the others in the house.
Someone suddenly pulled him out of the pocket. Looking around, it seems like Orin is getting ready for the date. How much time has passed since he was shoved into the pocket this morning? That’s the other unfortunate part of this, time seems to go on forever. Orin set him down on the side of the sink in the bathroom. He watched as he washed his face and brushed his teeth. The Sock contemplated trying to leave, but it’s not time. He watched as Orin took off his clothes, flinching when he took off his pants. Judging by the expression, The Sock sensed the odor was not improving. Orin turned to walk out of the bathroom but remembered he needed The Sock.
A naked Orin carried him into his bedroom, where he sprayed what seemed like an entire bottle of cologne on his penis followed by rubbing it with deodorant. The Sock laughed to himself thinking about the poor girl that even attempted to give him a blow job. This date is going to be amazing.
Especially at the end of the night.
After doing everything he could think of to make his dick smell better, Orin finally got dressed for his date.
He made sure to put on his nicest clothes and stuffed his sock in his pocket. It was early, but he figured better early than late. He can always grab a table while he waits for her. Walking out to his car, his crotch area felt very uncomfortable. There were so many things he tried, even stuffing a car air freshener in his pants. Hopefully he wasn’t walking as strangely as it felt he was.
Around 6:50, he arrived. He looked around for Clare, but he didn’t spot her. He went inside to get them a table. Going inside, he pulled out his phone to let Clare know he was getting them a table. When he pulled out his phone, he saw she had already gotten them a table. He looked around and saw her, she was even more beautiful in person. Honestly, he wasn’t used to seeing women that look better in person. All these filters people use now make for some disappointing dates, but beggars can’t be choosers.
He walked over to her smiling. “Hey Clare, it’s me, Orin. It is nice to meet you finally.”
“Hey Orin. I hope you don’t mind that I got us a table.”
He reassured her it was fine and sat down. They made small talk and looked over the menu. “So, Clare, have you eaten here before? What would you recommend?”
She looked at him with a smile. “Do you trust me to order for you? I come here all the time.”
“Considering I’m not sure what most of this stuff is, I am more than happy to let you order for me.”
When the waitress comes back to the table, Clare orders a bottle of wine and something for the both of them. For him, she got Risotto alla Milanese with Contorno di Verdure Grigliate and Pane Rustico. After the waitress walked away, he looked at Clare and said, “I have absolutely no idea what you just ordered for me.”
“It’s okay Orin. You won’t be disappointed. It’s my favorite dish.”
They made small talk while waiting for the food to arrive. He learned she is a substitute teacher at a middle school. She was married for 30 years, but her husband cheated on her with their neighbor, so she left him. Clare has no children because she could never conceive, but it is unknown if it was an issue with her or her ex-husband. She loves Italian food, game shows, reading fantasy novels, and watching action films.
Finally, the food arrives. A server put a plate with some amazing looking food in front of him. He smiles at Clare. “This looks absolutely amazing.” He takes his first bite and it is some of the most amazing food he has had in a long time. How has he never been here before? It’s only a few miles from his house. He ate his food, enjoying the conversation with Clare. She seems like an amazing woman. However, halfway through dinner his crotch started to itch like a motherfucker.
He excused himself and went to the bathroom. Locking himself in a stall, he unzips his pants and looks at his dick. It looks crusty and smells terrible. There has to be another way, he can’t be stuck with a nasty cock for the rest of his life. Especially if he can never wash it again. Hopefully, he can get Clare home and have sex with her and then, tomorrow, wash his penis. If it doesn’t work anymore after that so be it. Having a working cock isn’t worth it being crusty and smelling like rotten eggs. He definitely should have looked into this Lila woman before letting her do whatever the hell she did to him.
When he arrived back at the table, Clare smiled at him and asked if he would like to watch a movie at her house after this. Obviously, he said yes. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and ideally have sex with her. This was the first time in a while he had genuinely enjoyed a woman’s company. Once they finished dinner, he paid the bill, and they left.
He got in his car and followed her to her house.
Once the night is done, he will never have to be stuffed in a pocket again.
The Sock spent all of dinner stuffed in a pocket. He could have left at any time, but he was waiting for the perfect moment. When that moment comes, it will be amazing. He doesn’t know if he will survive. Nor does he care. The Sock just wants to make Orin as miserable as he has felt the past 24 hours.
After dinner, they head over to Clare’s house, and they choose a movie he has never heard of. He also doesn’t really care. Tonight is not about the movie, but about revenge. Since it seemed like they were just going to sit on the couch for this, The Sock emerged from the pocket. Finally, he could see what was going on around him. He saw Orin put his arm around Clare, and she tilted her head up to kiss him. He was pretty sure they were supposed to be watching a movie, but I guess being a sock he doesn’t really know what humans do on dates.
Clare straddles Orin and pins down The Sock, which annoys him. Being wedged under her knee was painful and irritating. He could do nothing but watch as they make out on the couch. He saw Clare whisper something in Orin’s ear. Orin nodded and they both stood up. She took his hand and led him up to her room.
The Sock knew it was almost time.
Orin was ready.
Clare took his hand and led him to her room. The room was nice, queen size bed with light blue blankets, the walls were off white, and the carpet matched the blankets on the bed. They layed down on the bed and continued kissing. He ran his hands over her body, stopping at her surprisingly firm ass. He gave it a squeeze and she let out a soft moan. Sitting up she starts unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his slightly hairy chest as she goes. Once she has his shirt off she rubs his chest while kissing him deeply. Clare licks his bottom lip and he opens his mouth slightly, inviting her tongue inside his mouth.
Orin pulls off her shirt and, to his surprise, he sees that she is not wearing a bra. Her slightly sagging tits and large plumy nipples enticing him. He leans down and gently sucks on her nipples. Listening to her moan he reaches into her panties while still sucking. She was getting very wet and he could feel his cock hardening in his pants. Clare lies back on the bed, sliding off her skirt. He takes this as an invitation and slides her panties off. He plunges his face into her wet musky smelling vagina. He licks her clot while listening to her moans get louder. She grabs the back of his head, shoving it deeper into her love box. Orin shoves his tongue in as far as he can and sticks a finger up her ass. In response Clare thrusts up onto his face.
He pulls away, juices running down his face. Clare starts to rub her and over his cock. “It’s so big Orin.” She moans in his ear. She starts to unbutton his pants but he stops her and climbs on top of her. He starts kissing her again, making her taste herself. Orin finally starts to unbutton his pants, praying the smell wont reach her before he gets it in. Once his penis is free he quickly shoves it inside of her. Thrusting slowly and kissing her neck.
He loves the sound of her moans.
It’s finally time.
The Sock wriggled out of the pants as quickly as he could. He was unsure exactly what was going to happen and wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t get stuck in this godforsaken pocket. He lay on the mattress for a bit, watching everything happen. Orin seemed to really like this woman, but he can’t let that stop his plan. Once he saw Orin begin to unbutton his pants, he knew it was time.
Moving quickly, The Sock threw himself off the bed. Once on the floor, he turned toward the bed to see what was going on. Orin was lying on top of Clare, and they were both making weird noises. A wet sound was coming from between them on the bed. The Sock started scooting across the floor. His goal was the door.
A pained sound emerged from the bed. It sounded like Orin. Pausing briefly, he turns to see what is going on. He sees Orin pulling away from Clare, holding his crotch. Clare sits up and moves her face toward his stinking member.
“Holy shit, why does your cock smell like that?” She yelled.
“Clare, it’s not what you think, I swear!”
“What kind of STD do I have now? I can’t believe you stuck that disgusting thing inside of me.”
“Clare, it hurts, please help me. Where are my pants? I need my sock!”
With Clare gagging and crying in the background, the sock takes that as his cue to move faster. With the door in sight, he hears Orin yell out in pain. Finally, he passes through the threshold of the door.
The last thing he hears is screaming.
Clare can’t stop gagging at the smell of Orin’s dick.
The smell is overwhelming. It smells like rotten eggs, but somehow worse. She can’t help crying at the thought of what was just inside her. He seemed like such a nice man, but now he is on her bed screaming in pain with his smelly, diseased penis.
Why was he screaming suddenly though? What changed? She tries to fight against the smell and takes his penis in her hand. Noticing that the penis is textured, she becomes even more upset. What kind of damn disease does this man have?
Clare realizes he is screaming about a sock. Why the hell would he need his socks right now? Glancing at his feet, she notices he is still wearing his socks. She tried backing away and presses herself up against her headboard. Orin starts screaming louder.
Suddenly, there is red everywhere. Paint? No, blood. Clare looks at Orin and sees blood spewing from where his cock once was. Her bed is rapidly soaking with blood. Orin stares at her, then slips off the bed.
She gets up to grab her phone to call 911. Grabbing her phone off her end table, she realizes something. She can’t call the cops. No one is going to believe that his cock exploded. Clare sits and thinks for a moment. Hoping that he didn’t tell anyone where he was going, she drags his body through the house. Stopping in front of her basement door, she lays the body down. Clare opens the door and pushes the body down the stairs.
She won’t be having anyone else over for a long while.