The More The Merrier
#2 of Enslaved
Everyone at Joey's school didn't even bother to look for him. In fact, they didn't even notice that he wasn't around. Even if they knew, they wouldn't even bother to look for him. Well, everyone that hates him, that is, for that dragons-are-real crap that they keep hearing and they beat the crap out of him.
Later, the next day, during lunch, Joey's friends, Martha, Carl, and Tim were having a conversation on where Joey was.
"Man," sighed Carl, "where is Joey? He hasn't been in school since 3 days."
"I know," said Martha. "I'm starting to get worried."
"There's no reason to," said Tim. "I'm sure he's just sick. You know, the flu. He's fine."
"How do you know that? Have you even been over his house?" Tim remained silent. "Exactly. How can we even be sure? He hasn't called, or anything."
"Maybe we should stop by his house and see what's up," said Carl.
"Maybe we should."
So, later on, after school, the gang went to Joey's house, which was just around the corner. After 5 minutes of walking, they finally got to his house. Joey's house was white with a black roof, a white fence, and there were flowers on the side of the house. They walked up on the pourch and knocked on the door. They waited for a few moments and a women with a white apron on opened the door. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and was wearing a pink shirt and some tan pants.
"Hello," she greeted them, her voice a bit shaky. "What brings you guys here?"
"Um, you see," Martha started off, "we were wondering if we could see Joey, just to see if he's okay."
"I would let you see him" -- she put her hand up to her face and started sniffing a little, trying to hold back some tears -- "if he was here."
Everyone gasped. "What do you mean, 'if he was here'?"
"To tell you the truth, Joey hasn't been back home for 3 1/2 days now. I was so worried that I called the police to look for him, and so far, no luck. I hope my baby's alright." The gang looked at each other. "I wonder where he is, and hope he's okay. Do you remember where, or when, you last saw him?"
Martha started remembering him being by the soccer field. "Yeah, he was by the soccer field during gym class 3 days ago."
"Anything else?"
"No, that's just about it, sadly."
"Hmm...well, thank you for telling me."
"We will find him. Don't worry."
Joey's mom sighed. "I certainly hope so." She went back in the house and closed the door.
"Real strange..."
"Wait a minute," said Tim. "You guys remember a forest being next to the soccer field?"
Martha and Carl turned to him. "Yeah," said Carl, "what about it?" He was catching on to what Tim was trying to tell them. "Wait a minute...do you suppose he went into the forest?"
"That's what I'm saying!" They knocked on the door and Joey's mom came back outside. "We may have a lead to where Joey is!"
Meanwhile, Joey was about to get tortured, yet again, by not one dragon, but TWO of them. One blue, the one that captured him, and another one purple with a yellow stomach.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," said the purple dragon as he walked up to Joey, who was still chained down to the floor. The purple dragon looked down at him and said, "Are you, by any chance, hungry?"
Joey looked at him, confused, but slowly nodded his head, may that be the worst mistake he has ever done.
The dragon smiled wickedly. "I see, well, here's your food, human." The dragon climbed on top of Joey and turned around, presenting Joey his scaly rump.
Shocked by this, Joey tried to turn away, but he could barely move, being chained to the floor, so he was forced to stare at the dragon's ass. "I thought you said I was getting food!"
"You are. Through here. It's really good. I should know---I ate it." Joey's eyes widened.
"You did what?!" He sighed as he tried to turn away as much as he could.
"You have no choice." The dragon moved back so that his rump was pressed against Joey's face.
Joey sighed again. "If I have to..." He let his tongue out and started licking the dragon's insides. The dragon started moaning a little bit.
"Yeah, that's it...lick all of it..." Joey's eyes started watering as he was lapping up pieces of the dragon's shit, hacking a little. The dragon smiled as he began grunting a little, his insides pushing against each other. "Here comes supper. Hope you're really hungry, human." The dragon released a piece of scat (I guess that's what it's called now) and it fell into Joey's mouth. "Eat it! Chew it up good!" Joey was forced to obey as he started chewing on the piece of shit.
"Oh God, so gross," he muttered to himself as the dragon continued grunting and releasing more pieces into Joey's mouth. Doing so, the dragon was letting out farts during the process. This went on for about 6 minutes as the dragon grunted loudly, letting out a huge fart and the last piece of scat, which was huge, into Joey's mouth, and Joey ate it. The dragon sat up, panting a little.
"OooOooOooooOOoOooh...ow..." he groaned to himself. "Did you enjoy your meal? Do you want something to wash it down with?" The dragon's throbbing 13-inch member emerged from its crotch. Joey's eyes widened and he sighed, yet again.
"Alright..." Joey opened his mouth, which his breath reeked from consuming the dragon's shit, but the dragon paid no attention to it. The dragon scooted up the Joey's face and began to relax, until the yellow fluid came out of the dragon's cock. The piss splashed all over Joey's face, gurshing down his body. The liquid ceased squirting out after 3 minutes. The dragon grinned at Joey wickedly, then turned to the blue dragon.
"You're right," said the purple dragon. "He is good."
"I told you so," said the blue dragon. "And he's capable of doing so much more."
"I see. Then we shall see how good he really is." Both the dragons grinned evilly at Joey. Joey remained silent and swallowed hard.
What will become of Joey? Will his friends, or anyone, find him? Stay tuned.