It was late at night when you saw the most peculiar ad while flipping channels, on a network you haven't heard of before. Young men for sale? Delivered to your door? All trained to be the most loyal lovers...For such a dirty thing to sell, the presentation was so...classy. Their advertising was very well-informed. Muscular guys, thin guys, tough guys, shy guys. They were making food, giving massages, walking on the beach, and just listening to their women. The company must have known the actual use was not nearly as romantic or clean. But the presentation was admittedly appealing.
It seemed so strange at first, but you couldn't let the idea go. Here you were, watching TV alone on the couch for yet another night. No. How disgusting the very notion was - but you just had to flip back. Oh, and they sweetened the deal. Well, for that price...and they'll include so many fun toys...You give into the impulse, and pick up the phone.
On one lonely afternoon, you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a box as tall as yourself, a bright white, shining plastic container. You didn't order a refrigerator. An employee in a white uniform, with the company name sewn into his pocket in a small pink, asks you to sign a clipboard as he wheels it in.
"One male, young, brown hair, blue eyes. Careful - he's stronger than he looks." The employee says, taking out a large ring of keys, finding the one that matches the number embossed on the front of the case.
With a click, the door releases. A small amount of steam or gas pours out as it does - all males are kept in a sort of stasis for comfortable, long travel without any loss to their eagerness the moment they leave the facility. His hands are cuffed together in front of him. He's only wearing simple standard black boxer briefs. The inside of the case is lined with a pink silky padding to keep the merchandise safe.
He looks so peaceful resting there, his youthful body not knowing what his new owner will put it through. It takes him a minute to wake up. It takes him another to put words together. "Hey...what's going on? Where am I?" He begins to struggle against the restraints. The employee runs over, revealing a small vial from his shirt pocket, and squeezing a couple drops onto his tongue. He stops struggling, and falls back into a restful trance.
"Forgive me, but it seems due to some mix up, this unit was sent out before it went through our vigorous training process. I assure you our products are typically the most obedient on the market. We will send you a replacement as soon as possible!"
You think this accident just might be a little more fun. "Wait a minute," you say. "Leave him. I think he'll do just fine."
"Are you sure? It is clearly defective. It would only be a couple days -"
"Yeah. How long is he out for?"
"Only a few minutes. I was just going to seal it back up and return it to the factory."
"So I can get settled, then. Make some...preparations?"
"Of course!" The employee says. "It's your property now - some want a boyfriend to keep them company, or a riled up guy to show them a good time - and this one seems in a particularly wild mood, but most want a...servant of sorts. It's up to you. Remember, your pleasure matters most."
The employee takes the key off the ring - which also fits the restraints - and hands it to you, along with a special card with a number to call if you needed any other products: "Anything at all! And because of your...generosity in light of our mistake, free, express delivery." With one last apologetic smile, the employee gets back in the company truck and drives away.
Whatever you want to do. I gutted a sadly failed prompt I posted during a time of auto-downvotes for all and a flurry of "hey bb wan sum fuk" quality posts, and rewrote it in-line with the theme. Something gentle, vanilla, romantic even, I am ok with. You want to go down some super dirty BDSM path? I am really riding the line between dominant and submissive right now - your choice. From the giver of hard spankings to the receiver of rough pegging, I would love to comply. And we both know there is a good chance you don't come here to be tame.
I typically write 1-3 paragraphs per response, and I'll probably do it in first person. Again, I can change to accommodate whatever you want. I won't write your actions for you (unless you want?), but it seemed necessary for exposition. I will respect your limits and follow your kinks - that's sort of the point of this one, lots of freedom on your end. I prefer longer term stuff, but I'll take a one-night stand. I promise to respond to any message, any time.
Submitted March 10, 2016 at 10:49AM by eur6 http://ift.tt/1SBmIec dirtypenpals
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