A pastebin for /d/ - Part 2

I remember once reading a summary of life in a penitentiary. For low-security ones, it tends to be a bunch of guys desperate for any way to escape the mind-numbing boredom of their sentence.

I bring this up because I have nothing else to think about right now, and it seemed kind of relevant. Being trapped inside a testicle offers very little in the way of entertainment. Except trying to find a way to not have to tread water -or tread cum- or float on my back for the indeterminate amount of time that I will spend here. It turns out though that floating is actually really easy. Not only is this stuff much denser than water, it also has a bit more surface tension.

I suppose I could now use my time to try and use the materials present to pry my way into the vas deferens and sneak out of here. Though my inventory consists of mucus, and sugary salty protein water, or salty protein-filled sugar water, or protein-filled sugary saltwater.

My escape plans changed when the testicle was jostled, and I felt myself forced downwards below the surface. The ball moved around irregularly, and some heat seemed to seep through. I hadn't actually ever put my head below the surface, so I was reaching new depths. I shut my eyes immediately. They didn't do me much good in the few microseconds they were open, since almost no light makes it through the colloid, so I kept them shut. There's no chlorine in this pool, but I have no idea what sperm does to eyes, and now was not the time to experiment. The irregular movements created absurd currents and tossed me against the walls and back into the center. The cause of this became clear when I was pressed a against one wall and felt the flesh exceptionally warm. It was still a little confusing until some slight pressure was applied. She was adjusting herself, and rather vigorously at that! Surely she hadn't forgotten I was in there, and sensitive to her motions? Or maybe she felt like toying a bit, a preemptive punishment. Or maybe her nutsack just got stuck to her leg. The adjustment concluded when I felt her stand up and was forced back to the depths of her cum tank. It didn't take me long to find the literal bottom of the barrel, and I positioned myself to use it to boost upwards to the surface. While trying to get my footing, though, I felt it brush against something.

Wait, was it the remote? Holy crap I hope so! I figured it would float, though, since this stuff is pretty damn dense. I dug my foot underneath and kicked it up. My hands grasped outward frantically, looking to grab the damn thing. In the excitement I accidentally opened my mouth and got a stomachful of my captor's cum. Imagine a shrimp or prawn, liquefied into a goo, preserving the saltiness of the sea. Then totally overdo it when the recipe says "add sugar to taste". Now you didn't eat or drink it. Rather, someone used a portal gun to place a portal at the top of your esophagus and just hung a pipe about the diameter of a soda can over the other portal, on a nonstop flow. Gagging on the stuff proved beneficial, though, as flailing my arms in panic stirred up the substance. Combined with the natural stirring caused by a walk cycle, and suddenly a current has carried me up to the surface. where I can breathe "clean" air again while contemplating the aftertaste of my meal.

I guess I won't be hungry for a bit.

Now where is that thing I found? With a bit more preparation, I dove downward into the now sloshing fluid, and crawled along the interior walls before locating the object that captured me so. Shooting upward with excitement to see my catch, I opened my eyes and smiled proudly at my new acquisition. I found the remote. A quick inspection showed that it wasn't waterlogged, amazingly, and a quick flip of the switch powered the device right on.

Now it doesn't take a genius to tell you that I shouldn't use it while in a confined space like this. My escape still relies on getting out of here first. But now I at least will not be at the mercy of a maniac when I do finally get out. Speaking of the maniac, around now she stopped moving. Suddenly I was in freefall. The remote slipped out of my hands and floated in front of me as the whole chamber accelerated downwards.

The testicle finally impacted, and I really felt myself hit the ground on this one. Then to add insult to the injury the displaced cum dumped all over my body in the moments following impact and I was submerged again. I had to look for the remote again, too. But first things first, get to the surface. Without any fluid to block my ears I could hear the world outside more. It was mostly quiet, allowing me some peace to search for the remote, until a soft "Alright, lets' get my new friend out of here and into his new home. This will be a good one, too. I've saved up quite a bit." came through the meaty barriers.

I have to find that remote quick before I get shot out with her load.