If we wanna talk about Jack feminizing Dennis’s junk…..
Dennis was lounging on Jack’s couch in the early morning, awoken by a neighbor doing yard work but unable to go back to sleep due to his early work schedule. Jack was at work, due home in about an hour if Dennis was lucky. He wondered if Jack might like a nice dinner ready when he got home, but he didn’t want to go through all the work of making one if Jack was just going to pass out five minutes after getting home. So he risked a text, knowing his boyfriend didn’t like to be bothered at work unless it was important.
[sent 06:01] Good morning 🫶🏻 are you hungry? I could make something for when you get home if you want :)
[received 06:12] why are you awake?
[sent 06:13] so? hungry? dinner? food?
[received 0:16] not hungry, pup, but there is one thing…
[received 06:17] well I’ve really been missing my best girl recently… :(
[sent 06:21] I’m sure something can be arranged
Dennis’s heart rate kicked up at the mention of Jack’s Girl. Jack, occasionally, liked to treat Dennis like he didn’t exist, instead giving all his boyfriendly attention and affection straight to Dennis’s cunt, which Jack lovingly calls Princess. When Jack is with Dennis, he’s half feral beast and half lovesick dog. Always using Dennis to his full capabilities, pushing his limits, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him, sometimes being downright mean in a way that drove Dennis fucking insane. He loved it.
But when Jack was with Princess, he turned into something else. Something doting, something soft. He spoke to Princess with never anything more than a gentle voice, low tones and cooing and baby talk. He touched her with a reverence that one might expect to find directed towards a priceless artifact. Jack treated Princess with nothing less than devotion, worshiping at her altar as if she were some sort of goddess. To Jack, she was. Princess was the most beautiful, wonderful, perfect thing he’d ever seen. And Dennis loved that, too.
So Dennis put his phone down and made his way to the bedroom, where he pulled a box down from the top shelf of Jack’s walk-in closet. A nice wooden box that was painted bright pink, bedazzled letters spelling out Princess Play Time across the lid. Inside the box sat a wide array of items, all pink or purple with some kind of glitter or sequins. Vibrators, plugs of various sizes and shapes, lingerie, paddles, even a big chunky collar that was reserved for very special occasions.
Dennis loved when Jack requested to play like this. He didn’t do it very often, even though Dennis insisted that he loved it. Jack never wanted Dennis to start to think that he saw him for anything less than the beautiful man he was. The fact that Jack was asking for it now worried Dennis just a little bit, but he was so excited that he decided he’d ask about it later. After.
For now, he picked out what he knew to be all Jack’s favorite items. A baby pink bodysuit that was really more like a few scraps of lace, accentuating his waist and ass. They were also crotchless, something that made Jack salivate. He also picked out some frilly white ankle socks with ruffles at the tops and a sparkly pink heart-shaped plug that said Daddy on it. He eyed the collar for a moment, ultimately deciding that Jack being brave enough to ask for something self-serving warranted its use.
Once everything was in place, Dennis checked his phone. Jack should be home soon. He crawled onto the bed, placing the pillows around his head and lounging back. Waiting.
Jack nearly wept when he came into the room. The next hour was nothing less than an indulgent haze for both of them. Dennis did end up going back to sleep, after all, completely blissed out and boneless, slumped against Jack’s bare chest. As it turned out, there wasn’t anything wrong with Jack. He felt fine, and his shift was perfectly normal. He just missed his girl, was that a crime?
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