I lay awake the noise of loud Christmas music coming from next door, the music pounding through the walls, I turn and look at the clock, 01:32, why are they still making noise? I didn't mind an hour or two ago but it's Christmas in the morning. I roll back over and see the empty side of the bed, I'm filled with sadness as my boyfriend was away on a business trip over Christmas, I wouldn't mind being up at this time if he were here, maybe we'd play some fun games, like have him dress up as Santa and I'm a naughty boy who isn't asleep but this year I'm all alone. If he were here I'd probably be waking him up early with a morning blowjob, maybe pull out a few restraints for an early Christmas present but this year I'll probably just lounge around in bed until mid day and watch a classic Christmas film or whatever three year old film was on the TV while stuffing my face with chocolate.

With a slight sigh I get up, I'm not going to sleep for a while, might as well do something. I walk over to the kitchen and make a cup of tea and head into the living room, the lights of the tree flicker and light up the wall in changing colours, I'd forgotten to turn it off before bed. I look out the window to see if there is any sign of the neighbours party stopping but all the cars are still there and no one was outside. I continue to look out of the window at the quiet and empty street, everyone is asleep waiting for the big day, well except me and the people next door who won't shut up. It is a clear night, part if me wonders if it will snow but not a cloud is in sight, just the twinkling stars piercing the dark void. Suddenly I see a streak of light across the sky, a shooting star, it is stupid but it's Christmas so why not, I'll make a wish.

"I wish that I can be with my boyfriend." I wait a minute but nope nothing happens, of course it didn't. Suddenly feeling overwhelmingly tired I climb back into bed and almost immediately fall into a deep sleep.

I awake to a familiar voice, my boyfriend. I open my eyes to see not my bedroom but a completely different room and from the angle it looks like I'm on the floor. Why am I on the floor? I also feel strange, like something weird has happened to my body and it doesn't feel right. I move to get up off the floor to try and figure out what is going on but nothing happens, I'm paralysed, what's happening? Have I been drugged or something?

"Merry Christmas honey." I try to respond to my boyfriend but I also can't seem to speak, then I get a worse surprise

"Merry Christmas dear." Who is he? Why is he with my boyfriend in bed?

"Shall we get breakfast now or are you full from your present?" That bastard, I'm the one who gives him his morning blowjob. Suddenly I hear and feel footsteps and see my naked boyfriend standing above me, I try again to speak to ask what is going on but again I make no noise. I see him bend down and feel his hands grab either side of me as his foot comes towards my face, I try to flinch as it comes towards me but my paralysed body does nothing as his foot seemingly misses my face. His other foot quickly does the same and he is now standing above me with his feet either side and I begin to somehow be lifted up towards his crotch and suddenly my face is held tight against his cock and balls, immediately the taste and smell of his sweat and cum fill my senses along with the taste and smell of his ass as he farts. Oh god, it suddenly comes to me in a horrible realisation, I've somehow become his underwear. I begin to panic, how did this happen? How do I undo this and return to my body?

His cock grinds against my face has he moves, with each rub against my fabric I can taste his cum and sweat as it soaks into me and with every step I move deep into his ass crack and the smell and taste of his ass gets stronger. I want to pull away, to smell and taste anything else, this can't be my existence from now on. I feel something stretch the top of my face and see a hand slide into view and pull his cock out followed by the sound of peeing. Roughly their cock is placed back against my face and if I could I would have instantly gagged, the disgusting bastard didn't shake and now drops of his piss are dripping on to my face forcing me to taste and smell it.

I don't know how long it's been, it's felt like an eternity, I'm worn often, I seem to be his favourite pair, I was even worn on his wedding day and spent his wedding night soaking up his cum after having to watch and listen to my once boyfriend consummating his marriage with another guy. I've somewhat gotten used to my life, I still don't like the constant taste of piss, cum, sweat, farts and shit or the crushing weight of his ass when he sits down but being worn is still far better than the endless waiting in the wardrobe or being buried amongst other stinking laundry and left to marinade in the many smells and worst of all the washing machine that still makes me dizzy and feels like you're being drowned.

I look up at my owner as he looks at, after barely looking at me I feel a rush of air as he drops me into a bag, I smell other things, not just clothes as the bag closes above me obscuring my owners face. I'm being thrown out. Was I no long a good pair of underwear? The feeling of being thrown away for some reason fills me with sadness at the thought of never being worn again, it's almost as if I actually want to be worn. What now? Will I be left forever surrounded by garbage doomed to smell and taste it all for eternity? I wish I could just be worn for one more time.

As I'm left in darkness I feel weird and the faint light coming through the bin bag faded away to complete blackness. Was this the end? Is my hellish existence finally over? I suddenly hear a strange rustling noise, like someone unwrapping a present, the darkness disappears in a blinding light and I see my owners face once again.

"Thanks honey, I needed a few new pairs of underwear."I scream a silent cry as the cycle begins again.