"Close your eyes and keep them closed!" Trace shouts at you and as afraid as you are to close your eyes around this huge teen you decide it'd be best to obey his commands no matter what they may be. So, hesitantly, you close your eyelids as Trace titens his already vice-like grip on you. You feel as you are about to pop under this immense pressure and think this may be the end of your life, well yoiur life was more or less over after you became a slave.

He begins to walk into another room as you hear him opening doors and kicking clutter in the way of his booming feet and you pray to God nothing bad will happen to you. Just then you are lowered onto a surface of some sort but you don't dare open your eyes yet. Minutes later Trace says "Open your eyes runt". As you open your eyes they take a few seconds to adjust to the bright light, and that's when you seen it. Inches from your tiny body what looked like a large pale trunk of some kind, then you came to the realisation....it was Trace Cyrus' flaccid penis hangind before you.

You look up at the titanic teen who sneers down at you completely naked. "Like what you see lil' guy? Yeah I know you do, plenty of guys and gals would die to see this but you're one lucky little guy. Now come here" Trace says and reaches down to pick you up. Trace steps into a very nice looking shower blue tiles on the floor and white tiled ceramic for the wall. As he turns the water on the shower water hits him and steam fogs up the glass of the shower instantly.

"Ahhhhh that feels awesome" Mr. Cyrus says letting out a slight moan from the water against his pale, naked body. He clutches you in his left hand a small bar of pink soap in his right hand, you look up at him wondering what you're in the shower for, hoping that he is going to let you wash up to so you can get the smell of your former owner's off your body.

Just then he rubs you and the soap together and a lather of bubbles forms all around your body. You gag on the taste of the soap and you think this must be what getting your mouth washed out with soap is like. After you're all soaped up Trace opens the shower door and throws the soap into a nearby sink. As soon as you look up at him he glances back down at you and utters 5 words you didn't want to hear "Time for my shower, washcloth..."