Peter Pull the Plug Out
“Well little buddy,” Peter already had his peter in hand, as his shoulder nudged the bathroom door closed and prepared to pull it out, “did we play hide-the-sausage again?” After it was pulled out, he looked down at the red smears that matched the shade of her smile “I sure hope you enjoyed yourself because again, I don’t recall it at all.
“Ahhh,” what should’ve been just blissful bladder relief, “OW,” had a painful precursor: a plug pulled out, tore free and preceded the golden stream. “Do I have the clap?” Then he remembered taking his sly precaution of using a plug just in case he didn’t remember to pull out a condom.
Forgot to pull the plug out
“Something here is bogus.” After he pulled the plug from the Jacuzzi drain, the stoned nerd had plugged his penis tip with a dollop of Vaseline to prevent his catching any diseases: just in case he was too frenetic to reach for a rubber. He had then fallen asleep before thinking to pull the plug out.
“Even though I had forgotten to pull the plug out my ejaculating night should’ve dislodged it from my peter.” Pete’s pondering mind took his attention from his aiming and warm wet droplets on his shins alerted him to the fact he was currently hitting the toilet seat.
“My come-Peter-u-later is covered in lip marks?” He had to adjust his pointing anyways, so Pete pulled out the plug and bent over to take a close inspection. “This just looks like a haphazardly drawn line that’s been finger smudged.”
“That bitch has been pulling some fast ones over on me!” A realization of how completely he had been conned hammered his ego in a staccato of telling blows. “A knee in my nuts was probably no accident and crushing them again on the couch could’ve been purposely done.”
“That slut shot me up with heroin just to put me to sleep.” For what he knew, she mightn’t have even had her period when she claimed.
“She can clean up my mess or sit in it for all I care.” Pete observed the puddle he had sprayed on the seat. “She could’ve had a rich master but she has piddled on her only meal ticket.”
Russian Girl Can Pull the Plug Out
I got you again! Maria was poised beside the bathroom door. No sooner he had stepped past the lintel, than she was brushing past. The girl smiled sweetly at his frown, in the instant before slamming the door in his face. He’s such easy picking, for my manipulations.
“~Oink! What a swine. It was a stool, vomit and now its urine.”
“You’ll rue the cloudy day you decided to rain on my hospitality.” Peter stood facing the closed door and staring thunderbolts through it. When he pulled the plug out he heard the shower start.
The CEO further vented some of his anger by spinning the deadbolt to her enclosure, with vehemence. “My slave isn’t going anywhere until I’ve paid her back—measure for full measure.” He patted his pocket and was rewarded by the reassuring jingle of keys.
“Wait a minute.” His hand still rested on the jagged bulge in his pants. “Where did I last see pull a plug out of her needle kit?” It had been in the kitchen and she was currently in the bathroom. The junky can enjoy her withdrawal until I decide otherwise to pull her plug out for good. He slipped back and snatched the Russian girl’s supply. “The game from now on will be ruled by my one-sided referee and the plug is pulled way out now.”