So Easily Discarded
By: ShrinkMe

Martin and Ralph had been lovers for 6 years now. As far as Martin was concerned things just seemed to get worse year after year. But Martin was one of those people who just hung in there. He kept hoping that things would get better and that Ralph would see the light, but it just wasn't happening and finally Martin had had it.

They had met at a popular bar in the neighborhood. They had cruised each other on and off for about a month before Martin had the guts to approach the other man and start up converstation.

It was the 4th of July and everyone was out watching the fireworks from the patio. Martin and Ralph were two of a handful that didn't go outside. Martin approached the bar next to where Ralph was sitting and ordered two beers. When the bartender got them, Martin turned to Ralph and handed him the other beer and said-

"Happy 4th of July, my name is Martin, the beer's on me, what's your name?"

The other man took the beer and clinked Martin's bottle gently, nodded thanks, took a long swig, swallowed, burped and said, "Thanks. My name's Ralph. I've seen you around here. You play good pool. Ya wanta play a round while the activity is going on?"

"Sure" replied Martin and so they headed over and played some pool. One thing led to another and Martin went to Ralph's apartment that night. It went well. They had other meetings, not really dates, and then things started to get sort of serious. They were seeing a lot more of each other and then after two years of seeing each other Ralph asked Martin if he wanted to find a place together. They made their arrangements and moved in together two months later and had been together ever since.

The problem was Ralph and his cleanliness, more to the point, his lack of cleanliness. More and more every month, every year, it seemed the lazier Ralph got and just expected Martin to take up the slack. Everything else was fine. Sex was more than fine! Even still. It was just Ralph's lack of responsibility around the house.

Ralph would come home from work and take his clothes off in the living room and just leave his clothes on the floor. He would plop on the sofa and then the demanding would start. He would turn on the TV and want a beer. Then he would get hungry and want either dinner or something to eat. He would want a constant supply of beers. If he came home with fast food he would eat it in the living room in front of the TV and leave all the wrappers and boxes all over the sofa and floor and coffee table. Some where between beers and food he would want his feet rubbed and sometimes his back too. Ralph liked to fart and belch loudly as well, laughing each time he did either. What was getting worse was the fact that now Ralph would start complaining what a pig sty the place was in even while Martin was picking up after him.

It was also spreading into the rest of the apartment and Martin was having a hell of a time keeping up with his career and keeping up with the cleaning of the apartment as well with no help from Ralph. The times that Martin had spoken to Ralph about the situation Ralph had assured him that he would do better in helping around the place. But it never happened, it only got worse.

Ralph had befriended the older man next door and he would spend the weekends now with Ralph naked in the living room watching TV and expecting to be waited on just like Ralph was by Martin, including foot rubs. This neighbor man happened to be gay by the way.

The first few times Martin balked and complained and got Ralph into the other room to complain. Ralph just said the things that Martin wanted to hear and Martin just accepted it and made both men happy.

Then it all came to a head, much to Martin's surprise. Martin had been gone on a business trip for three weeks and when he got back to the apartment he was totally amazed at the place. It was a pig-sty. The living room was covered with fast food containers and bags and wrappers. Clothes were strewn everywhere else. The kitchen sink was piled high with unwashed dishes and there were more boxes and wrappers and cans all over the counters. The trash was over flowing onto the floor. The bathroom looked like the whole city had been in there to use it and the toilet looked like everyone had missed it when they had tried to use it. No toilet paper left so towels were being used. The bedroom was like the living room with clothes everywhere, even on the bed. What Ralph had run out of he used Martin's. All the dirty clothes were just left on the floor all over the apartment.

When Martin went out to the living room to have it out with Ralph, there was Jim, the next door neighbor. Both men were naked watching the game and drinking beer. No one looked up when Martin came storming into the room. So Martin went over to the TV and turned it off and turned around and looked at Jim and Ralph.

"Excuse me Jim, but would you please leave. I have a lot I need to discuss with Ralph. He will be available to play tomorrow." And Martin just turned his attention to Ralph. Martin noticed that Jim took his time getting his clothes on, and finally left.

"What's up little buddy?" Ralph asked all innocent like as soon as the door shut as Jim left.

"I'll tell you what's not up. I'm not cleaning this place up any longer. In fact I'm moving out in the morning. I have called Steve and he said I could crash with him until I find my own place. You can have everything. I don't need it and I don't need you either. It's over. I've had it."

"What do you mean, 'you've had it'. You've had what? So you have to pick up a little, big deal. I have to put up with your bullshit all the time. 'pick this up', 'pick that up', 'clean that off', 'put that away when you're done with it'. I'm fed up with you telling me what to do in my own place. And you aren't going anywhere until this place is picked up and clean like I like it. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you, ass hole. I'm not your slave. Clean your own mess up."

"You have two hours to start cleaning this place up. If you haven't finished or started in two hours you're gonna be sorry."

Martin turned on his heels and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. He started throwing everything that wasn't clean out the door into the hallway. After the floor and the bed were clear he closed and locked the door. He still had his bags packed from his trip in the room with him. He took all the dirty sheets and cases off the bed and pillows and replaced them with clean ones from the closet that he knew Ralph hadn't found, got into bed and went to sleep.

Something wasn't right. Martin was dreaming that the ceiling was leaking and that the leak was right over his head. The ceiling was dripping and the drip was right onto his forehead. 'drip', 'drip', 'drip', 'drip'... But then Martin stirred and felt wetness on his face and woke up.

Martin wiped at his forehead instinctivly and felt an oily wetness on his fingertips. He opened his eyes and there was Ralph standing over him holding a dropper and dripping something onto him in the dark.

"What are you doing?" Martin asked Ralph.

"I'm taking care of a problem."

"What?"

"I'll turn on the light and you can see for yourself."

Martin saw Ralph go over to the wall and then blinding light stung Martin's eyes closed. It took a while for Martin to get used to the bright light. When things came into focus though, Martin thought that he was still dreaming. Things just didn't seem right.

Thing seemed to be bigger. Including the bed he had been sleeping on. The sheets were drapping on him funny and Ralph seemed to be farther away standing over him.

"I see it's working. I can't believe it, but it's working just like Jim said it would."

"What have you done to me?"

"Why I've shrunk you of course. You will be six inches when it's all done."

"But why? I said I was leaving in the morning and that you could have everything. What are you doing this for?"

"No one leaves me. You were the problem, now maybe I have fixed it. I can live like I want to. And I can keep you where I want to. You don't have any choice in the matter. I made all the arrangements while you were gone. You are my slave pet now, so you better do what I say and what I want or you will face the consequences."

With that Ralph left the room and closed the door and put a towel under the door. Martin stayed on the bed for the rest of the night wondering what he could do, but soon fell asleep much to his surprise. He woke with a start when something crashed onto the bed startling him awake. Ralph had come in the room and gotten on the bed with Martin.

"So, here are the rules now. You are to clean my body how I want you to clean it. You will be my

sex slave. When I want to get off, you will be there. You will do what I say or I'll get rid of you."

"You'll get rid of me, how?"

"I have plans. But you don't want to know that. You just want to make me happy."

So Marting resigned himself to being a slave to Ralph's whims. Things did get picked up, but not regularly. Ralph did things when he felt like doing them. But he expected Martin to jump when called to do a task. Martin had to keep Ralph's toenails and finger nail clean and clipped. Ralph would make Martin do some wierd things. Like clean his ears out with Q-tips of course.

Then there was the time that Ralph made Martin get into the elbow grease and shove himself into Ralph's ass hole. While sort of gross, it was also VERY exciting at the same time. But as the months wore on Martin could sense that something was going to happen.

After one year of being shrunk down to 6 inches Ralph announced one night to Martin that he was tired of him.

"I thought that things would improve between us after I shrunk you, and it did, but only for a while. You have done a good job being my toy, but I want something more now. So I have made a decision on what to do with you."

"You decided without asking me! Oh my god! What are you going to do with me Ralph? I don't want to die. Can't you return me to my normal height?"

"Shut up. I have decided to give you to Jim. He had enjoyed what you have done to him while he has visited here. He said quite a few times that whenever I get tired of you he'll take you. So that's what I'm gonna do. Jim is coming over in a few minutes to get you."

"Just like that! After all these years, you are just giving me away like I'm some sort of dog or cat or something!"

"Yeah, just like that. At least I'm not flushing you down the toilet."

The doorbell rung and it was Jim. Ralph brought Jim back into the bedroom.

"Okay Jim. He's all yours. Enjoy."

"Gee, Ralph. Thanks. I can't believe it. He's gonna be mine!"

I watched as Jim reached down and grabbed me in his big hand. He lifted me up and slipped me down the front of his shirt so he could get me to his house next door.

It smelled like Jim didn't take too many showers or changed his clothes very often. I had had to clean his feet when he was over watching TV with Ralph, so I already knew what condition his feet were in. Finally we were over inside Jim's house. He pulled up his T-shirt and pulled me out and dropped me on the smelly bed.

"Oh, we're gonna have us some fun, you and me. Come here you..."

And so began the horror of being the sex toy to Jim. This man was much older than Ralph and I. He was hairier and fuller in the waist. He also was into some raunchy kinky shit. I was subjected to the most humiliating things that I have ever experienced being in the care of this man.

I had the care of his hands and feet. Also, he never used toilet paper. That was my job. To clean his ass, with my mouth. Took and hour, at least. My bed was a sock that he would wear for two weeks straight with out washing. Sometimes he would make me clean his stinky pits. Or his smelly crotch, or his gamey un-cut cock. He also would make me pick his nose. There was no end to what I was subjected to.

I was always trying to find a way of escaping almost on a daily basis. Whenever he came home from work from the garage he worked at the abuse would start. The night I had to stay in a jar with his urine and shit floating in it was the absolute last straw. I was bound and determined to get out or kill or hurt him really bad in the process.

I had made a bow and arrow out of things I had found and hidden around the house. I had three needles I had fashioned into arrows and a piece of kindling from the fire place that I had fashioned into a bow with a rubber band as the string. So I had three chances to hit Jim with an arrow in some place that would debilitate him so I could get away. I kept thinking of hitting him in

his eye or eyes. I had horded some thumb tacks and would scatter them on the floor so as to keep him from following me. If I could trip him up and make him fall that would be more to my advantage as well. As I lined these things up I heard Jim driving into the garage and coming into the kitchen. I would wait until he was naked to make my attack.

With beer in had Jim entered into the living room where I was and put his beer down so he could undress and start the torture.

"So little Martin. My feet are going to be ready for you to clean. And I had a lot of cars to work on today so I'm gonna need you to work extra hard on my fingernails to get them clean. But first I want you to get me off."

Just as his underwear hit the floor Jim made a move to reach for me on the floor. That is when I reached for the bow and needle arrow. I moved as quickly as I could for the element of surprise to be on my side. I had let go with the first arrow and had the second one notched almost immediately. The first arrow hit Jim in his left cheek, I let fly the second arrow and notched the third. The second arrow struck but didn't stick into his nose. The third hit him near the left eye but didn't stick. All this just angered Jim no end. Martin dashed this way and that way to avoid Jim's grasping hands and fingers.

"Come here you little shit. Come here. Goddamnit, I'm gonna kill you, you little fucker."

Martin had almost made it to the back door when he felt Jim's hand grab him hard. Jim held Martin in his hand and was thinking of squeezing him to death. Then he eyed the garbage disposal and moved towards it but then something caught his eye in the garbage. Jim went over to the garbage pail and retrieved an empty clear plastic drink container with a lid on it.

"Well since you don't like it here with me let me put you somewhere where you might find a better home, you little bastard."

Jim took the top off the drink container and dropped Martin inside it and placed the lid on it. He went to one of the drawers and got out some masking tape and taped the lid onto the container.

"So you won't get out. There. Now to take you to your new home."

Jim had remembered that it was garbage day in the morning. He got his sweat pants on and went out to the garbage cans in the alley and deposited the container with Martin in it on top of one of the trash cans.

"Well, either some bum will find you, or the trash man will. Either way, you won't be here anymore after the morning. Have a nice life you little fucking piece of worthless shit." Jim hawked up a spit wad and spit on the container with Martin in it making it rock precariously on top of the trash can. Jim laughed at the scared look on Martin's face and disappeared into the house.

Now Marting was alone in the alley. Just as Martin, cold and hungry, was just falling to sleep he heard something in the alley. Looking closer Martin saw that there was someone down the way going through the trash cans. The person had a large plastic bag and was wearing dark clothing so it was hard to make out anything more until the person got closer.

There were three trash cans where Martin was, he was on the last one that this person would look through. But Martin wanted to be discovered as soon as possible and was rocking the container and screaming to be heard through the plastic.

George had been homeless for two years now. Nothing was getting better, only worse. And he was fucking hungry now. All he could think of was finding some thing to eat then he would think of other things later. Right now I want to eat. What was that noise. What is .....

"Oh fuck what is that?" George said aloud to the container with Martin in it. It looked like a doll come to life in plastic with no clothes on. Who would sell a naked doll to kids? But the way it was moving was like no doll George had seen, must be some new fangled toy. George reached for the container to see the thing closer up.

Martin stopped screaming as he saw he was the attention of the man now. The man was reaching out for the container now and was lifting it up to his face to see Martin closer up. The man held the drink container up close to his face eying what was inside and shook the container hard twice to stir up Martin inside who yelled out to stop that.

George heard the man inside speak. He put his bag down and started taking the tape off the top of the container. As George did this his stomach growled out loudly. George took the lid off the container and eye balled Martin inside. Then he took a dirty finger and started poking Martin around inside the cup and laughing at Martin's reaction to being poked and prodded by George's dirty finger. Then George reached inside and grabbed up the little doll man in his dirty smelly hand. George brought the little thing up to his face. He smelled coffee on the little man. George reached out his tongue and licked Martin and tasted coffee on his skin. This made George's belly lurch with joy. George dropped Martin back into the cup and then to Martin's horror George tilted the cup to his lips as if to take a sip of coffee.

Instead of sipping the coffee though he opened his mouth and took Martin inside his mouth. Now Martin was inside the unwashed mouth of a homeless man, being coated by the smelly saliva and washed by the huge tongue of the man. Then to his horror Martin was being pushed around and arranged for swallowing by the giant man whose mouth he was inside of.

George found the taste of this creature irresistible and started pushing the thing to the back of his throat for swallowing. George took a deep breath and started swallowing the meal down his throat. He could feel his meal struggle all the way down and even when it got to his empty belly he could feel it struggle down there too. George placed his hand on his belly and left it there until the struggles stopped completely. It had taken a long, long time for his meal to stop moving around in there. And he had come in his pants too! It had been a very long time since that had happened to George. But he had never eaten anything sooo good before either. He went all through the trashcans here but found no other little man things to eat. But George was full for now; it would have been nice to find one for breakfast though. George remembered this place and kept watch for more things like that in the trash. Six months later there was another one. Not as delicious as the first one had been, but just as fun to play with, which George did before eating him up.

The end!

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