The Home of Used Goods

know where you belong, boy

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Mmmmmmmmm

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After upsetting his dads redneck friend, Peter, over a heated political argument, Dylan found himself encapsulated in dark and sweat; the heavy pull of something corse against his new form he was struggling to comprehend.

"Yeah kid, not so cocky now eh .... well, maybe not" Peter murmered as he rubbed Dylan against his junk and snail trail. Pressing him into submission

"Ya dad won't be missing a weak worm like ya'self, boys like you need men like me to give ya use. Don't lie, your happy down there. This is where you belong"

Every word out of peters mouth rung like a shambolic trance in Dylans mind, reinforcing his new existence as greedy piece of piss fabric, eager to please his new daddy. His only daddy.

Peter pulls his heavy work jeans back over Dylan, Drowning him back in the sensations of damp heat and itchy hairs groping his cloth body, and gets on his way home; comforted by the fact he has a good, greedy little pair of undies to hold him up and worship him for the next .... well .... Peter doesn't change his undies very often. Peter knows this, and is excited for Dylan to realise too

He's nothing but undies now

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After staring at your gym crush for a little to long he noticed and decided to give you a closer look

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Looking up at him, you knew he wasn't really asking ...

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Jordan pretended to be asleep as the morning light crept through his room and the door slowly creaked open. It was his roommate, Mark. They had been living together for nearly two years at this point, but ever since they leased the apartment together, Jordan’s socks had gone missing. It was gradual at first but soon after he lost his favorite pair a few months prior to this morning, Jordon was suspicious of Mark. Letting him take the latest pair, plain white socks with a blue band around the top. 

As the door shut, Jordon got out of bed and pulled out a small remote that was nestled in his bedside table, no bigger than a cell phone. Letting the machine turn on and register the commands Jordan punched into the keys, sneaking out of his room and creeping quietly down the hallway to the kitchen where Mark stood with Jordan’s sock over his face and a hand down his black fleece pajama pants with comical designs plastered all over them.

“I fucking knew you were taking my socks, dude!” He said as the roommate turned around in utter surprise, dropping the sock and looking as if he were a deer caught in the headlights. Before Mark could explain, he felt a sudden soft pulse move through his body. Feeling dazed as if his head felt full of cotton. The roommate dropped to the floor but only with a soft thud, like knocking a load of laundry on the ground, as Mark dwindled smaller and smaller into his PJ pants. Before long, all that was left of Jordan’s roommate was a pair of socks that had the same pattern as Mark’s Pajamas as the man hopped on the counter and put on his new pair of socks before pulling out his phone and dialing 911 “Hi I’d like to report a missing person, please? Yes, I can hold.” He said as he looked down at his new favourite pair of socks with a devious grin.

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Wow, really good stuff

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You fit his foot better than you fit a collar ...

Says it all about you huh

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