October Caption Challenge 5/31
It was a dream, right? It had to be a dream. Garrett was in a house, a house that was…vaguely familiar, probably one of the ones he lived in when he was a kid, but his dad had been military, and they’d been shuffled around too much for any to stick. The whole house, though, was empty of all furnishings–just bare floors and white walls.
“Hello?” he said, and heard something…scamper, or skitter, or scuttle in another room. He looked around the corner and found the room empty aside from the stairs heading up. There was the sound of the thing above him. He shouldn’t…follow it, right? Dreams have their own logic, though, and unable to stop himself, he climbed the stairs, and found his way to one of the bedrooms. Here, there was something. A heaping pile of socks, for one thing, and beside them…some kind of creature.
A dream imp. Generally confined to the various regions of hell, on occasion, usually during October, when such feats are easier, one will slip through the ways and find themselves on the mortal plane. Usually, their nightmares don’t have much force, when delivered from hell–once the mortal wakes, any hold that might have lasted disappears in an instant. The few who do succumb to them, usually die of heart attacks in their sleep, their souls dragged down into hell where they dream the same nightmares over and over. But this demon had more in mind than simple heart attack–he was here to have some fun.
“Hello, Garrett,” the thing said, “I have a gift for you,” he said, motioning to the pile of socks beside him. “Or rather, a variety of gifts–all you have to do, is pick one.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Garrett said, “I…where the fuck am I?”
“Now Garrett, those questions aren’t important. Pick your gift,” the demon said.
Garrett was overwhelmed then, by the scent of the socks in front of him. He would have expected to be repulsed–after all, none of them were particularly clean. Instead, he found his mouth watering, and he dropped to hands and knees, crawled forward, and buried his face in them.
“Now now, don’t be greedy–you only get one, you little pervert,” the demon said with a cackle.
Garrett tried to get a hold of himself, but before he could extract his head, he smelled one, one ranker than the others, or maybe the acidic sweat of it just appealed to his mind more. He pulled it free in his mouth, chewing at it, sucking down as much of the filth as he could. He was naked now–had he been naked before? It didn’t matter, he was so horny, he started jacking off. The demon jumped with glee, and when Garrett came after a minute, he would have screamed in his bed, his cock pumping a load of cum into his sheets, but it was muffled by the sock still lodged in his mouth.
Where had it come from? He had no clue, but its allure hadn’t faded. He kept sucking on it, cumming again, but already it was beginning to fade away. But as the scent of the sock died off, he could smell something else. It was faint, but it was the same smell…but coming from outside the apartment. He went to the window, opened it, and sniffed the air. Faint…but he was out there, somewhere. The owner of this sock…and Garrett needed him more than anything. More than he’d needed anything ever before.
He left before dawn. He left everything in his apartment, didn’t even bother calling work. He drove all night until he was too exhausted to go any further, but the smell was a bit stronger. How far off was he? It took him three days, and five state lines, the demon taunting him in his dreams, teasing him with more filthy clothes, until at last, he pulled into a small town, rolled up to a garage, and there, drinking a beer, it was him.
Master. Garrett fell out of the car, crawled over, and shoved his face against the man’s boot, who didn’t look the least bit surprised. “Fuck, was wondering what was taking you so long, pig–been expecting ya for days. Gonna have tah punish ya for makin’ me wait.”
Garrett whimpered, and this close to him…he realized the truth. He needed this man, his stink. He’d never be able to leave him. The man hauled out his cock and christened his new pig in his piss, and Garrett came in his pants from the stink of it, his old life already fading away. After a good night’s sleep, after the demon went through his mind and burned away all of his old life in front of him, there was nothing left–just a stupid, grunting pig, aching for his master’s filth, and that’s all he’d be until the day he died.