"Trace it's me Mason dude" you hear Mason say on his cell to friend and fellow bandmate Trace Cyrus. Moments ago Mitchell had just told you that he had no need for you after receiving so much CBT's for his birthday. So now you were being pawned off to ANOTHER celebrity after spending less than an hour with this one. On the bright side you wouldn't have to suffer the wrath of Mason and in all honesty he didn't look like he was in the best of moods.

"So yeah I'm going out so I'm going to leave him in your bag you left here so just come and collect it when you're ready, ok laters man" Mason says and hangs up his phone before clutching you in his vice-like grip from off his bedsheet. Without opening his mouth or even looking in your direction for that matter, Mason opens up a black gym bag and dumps you inside it, then zips the bag back up.

You scream as you fall through the air and land with a sweaty squelch against something wet and vile-smelling. You immediatly clamber to your feet only to see that you have just landed in Trace's jockstrap. The smell is nothing pleasant and you can feel bile rising through your throat at the horrendous smell. You try not to think about where you are as you dodge crusty, sweatsocks and skidmarked briefs.

All of a sudden you're knocked out of your senses as a tremendous jolt hits the bag, obviously Trace had collected the bag and was swinging it just to annoy you. Suddenly the bag stopped and one of the socks landed on top of you, you TRIED to crawl out from underneath it but to no avail. You could hear the distant sound of an engine starting which meant you were being driven back to Trace's place.

When you finally arrived at Trace's house the bag was unzipped and light shone in on your fabricated prison. You looked up to see the grinning face of Mason's bandmate Trace Cyrus.

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His hand reaches in as you clamber around the bag trying to escape but it's no use, you're caught as he lifts you out between his index finger and thumb. You're brought up to face level and you see his two shining rows of peraly whites as he grins and lets out a laugh. "Oh you lucky, lucky little boy, you're my first CBT and you're gonna help me explore my deepest desires and fantasies"...