A lot of loud voices and banging wakes you up out of your foot-stink induced sleep. You sit up on Nick's cold hard floor and see, at the other end of the room, your giant owner standing at the front door, talking and laighing with some-one you can't quite see.
The two men's voices are raucious, like those of old friend's catching up after a long time, and after a moment Nick stands back to invite his buddy inside. As the second giant walks into the room, your eyes make their way up his tall and statuesque form. Brown suede boots, stylish jeans and a flatteringly tight t-shirt.. Huge biceps, making the slender man's figure heavier towards the top.. Big, pouty pink lips and immense brown dreamer's eyes.. You recognise Enrique Iglesias immediately, but you're caught a little off guard when the Spanish heart-throb notices you, and begins walking in your direction.
The giant stands, looming over you for a moment, as you struggle not to wet your pants. Then he confidently reaches down and picks you up in his strong hand.
You hear Nick's voice say from a distance: "You like him, dude?"
Enrique only smiles mysteriously, turning you in his fingers and staring you down with those big dark eyes.
He brings you to his face, sniffs your tiny body, touches your arm with his wet, warm tongue and..
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