His clothes are no where to be found

The house was impressive. Matt in the first room and saw an office with a few games consoles and a pc, professional and costly. Aa guest bedroom with a clean sheet on it with little in the way of way of decoration was next door. Then he came to Alan’s bedroom and saw how clean it was. Everything was dark oak, from the bed frame to the floor yet it had carpets and bright bedding that made it feel warm and inviting. Matt felt especially exposed in this room. The comment about a little virgin slut, now running practically naked around a strange mans house. How did he end up here so quickly...and where were his clothes?! He hadn't seen them since the movie started and they weren't in any of the rooms. As he was about to start snooping he heard Alan call him down for food

Matt returned to the kitchen, his penis bouncing in the little panties as he ran to the call. Alan smirked as he pulled out a seat for him. As Matt sat down he saw an elaborate, fancy meal laid out, the starter in front of him…prawn cocktail…Matt, feeling like a cheap date in his panties, thanked Alan for preparing the food. "It looks great!" Again, unable to stand up to the clear shrimp insult.

“Please, pleasures all mine. Some shrimp for a shrimpy guy” he teased as he tucked into his starter, making sure to pause a little as he sucked on a small shrimp and gave him a wink!

'You know, you make a lot of comments but you've never said if you were big or not, maybe this is all just you compensating" Matt said, slightly teasingly and defiantly as he took a shrimp and similarly ate it.

Alan smirked. “Compensating? Oh no I’m proud of my small dick,” he laughed, though Matt couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not. “Unlike some shrimps...”

This threw Matt off, who expected some push back. He was curious. "Proud? But its so embarrassing having a small dick...people wont even have sex with me..."

Alan just laughed. “Tell me Matt, are you a virgin?”