Warning: mastrubation

It was a light-headed type of nausea that woke him.

A convulsion swept over him, triggering a gagging sensation that caused him to clasp his hand over his mouth to prevent the bile from spilling out.

Psychological tears threatened to fall from his eyes and he looked around, searching for somewhere to expel the bile from his throat.

The room was empty, save for the straw and grass he’d lay on before waking. Having no other choice, the human picked the farthest corner from him and spewed grayish liquid on the floor.

Thankfully, this action slightly dispelled the strong nausea that almost overtook him just a moment ago. The human rubbed his temples in an attempt to gather his bearings.

The room he was in was dark and moist.

The little light he could see was down the narrow hall next to another closed door that seemed to be made of metal. It was just enough for him to tell he was alone.

The human staggered back to his makeshift bed and collapsed on top of it. A mistake - the ‘bed’ was as hard as a rock, and he probably bruised his ribs on what seemed to be a small rock poking out from it.

The human let out a muted groan and shifted off from the rock.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, but the next he opened his eyes, he noticed that the stench of his bile disappeared. Not only from the air but also from his mouth. The human swirled his tongue around, tasting the unfamiliar taste of mint. There was also a tray sitting by the door that held a bowl full of some type of brown liquid, and a cup of water.

He didn’t think he was hungry enough to try the unknown substance in the bowl, but he did sip the water a bit. It tastes earthy with a hint of rust.

The human circled back to his bed and sat there, staring at the opposite wall.

The air was stale and cold and he didn’t have protection against the damp moistness of the underground prison. He could still feel the gooseflesh prickle his skin.

The human ran a few fingers through his hair. Just like the rest of him, it had become unexpectedly clean and soft after waking up the first time, but his environment wasn’t doing him any favors to improve his cleanliness. There wasn’t a bathroom in sight, so he didn’t know what he would do when he had to use it later.

And there was another problem.

The human glanced down at his member who somehow seemed to be as hard as a rock. Biting his lip, he tentatively stroked the tip with his fingers and winced because of the coldness of his hands. His stomach trembled when he took firm hold of the root and jerked upwards, creating wonderful, beautiful friction.

He didn’t know which moved faster, his breathing or his hands, but when his toes curled, his eyes rolled back, and sweat slipped down his face, he knew he was extremely close to release.

The human’s head jerked up in surprise when he heard the creak of a door opening and footsteps stopping right in front of him. It was the man from before. The man whose ass he had admired before passing out. Despite his impending orgasm, the human stopped what he was doing and titled his head with a question, “Why am I still alive?”