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You look good in your new butler uniform, boy. Tomorrow we're throwing all your old clothes away. You won't need them anymore.

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🧸😵Teddy Stuffing😶🧸 

“What's the matter big guy...worried you’ll end up just like your friends? Well, there's no reason to worry, think of this as an assembly line, and soon you’ll be nothing more than huggable stuffing! Since you're nervous, let's explain what's about to happen, shall we?  

“First, we force a specialized, obscenely large, feeding binky into that Potty Mouth of yours, secured by triple lock head harness to ensure that the binky stays put. Our specialized soother allows you to receive your daily nutrients without ever being removed, eliminating any chance of speaking or whimpering for help!” 

“Next, we’ve developed a brand new, super absorbent diaper that's guaranteed not to smell or leak, allowing the wearer to remain in the same garment for days without needing a change! Best yet, when the time comes for a change, a simple attachment in the Teddy Docking Bay not only feeds, but changes your dirty Teddy, using a special compartment in the suit to remove and replace any waste the Stuffing creates.” 

“Lockable Mitts and Booties are permanently secured to both the hands and feet, removing any ability to grab or walk... After all, Teddy’s only need to sit, lay and cuddle!” 

“So, after being properly prepared, the Stuffing... err I mean you... will be “gently” placed into one our permalock Teddy suits, followed by days of specialized reprogramming visuals to help stifle any previous memories, leaving just a “tiny” bit of fight in you! Really, every Teddy should have just a small glimmer of “Hope” left in them, right? Now let's get this zipper secured and then you can join the other Teddy to begin your reprogramming. Just think, in a few days your new owners will be here to take you all away to your forever homes! 😈” 

[tigidoggy]

😈🫳🏻🧎🏻🗣️👂😵‍💫🫳🏻🧎🏻👙🍆🕳️💦👨🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼🔐 type shi ❤️

A faggot knows true contentment and has a sense of purpose only when it is serving, being used and controlled by a Superior MAN.

“Life is what you make it”

[tigidoggy]

Waking up, all Matt could do was laugh. He must still be dreaming. He giggled and turned, unable to completely turn over, he fell back, and realized his cock was moist, pressed against a velvet sheathed device. His eyes turned downward.

It’s a disc. As he was pondering, it begin to spin, and he felt his cock being battened. It instantly shot into a full blown erection, the hardness too tight. Matt grit his teeth as his cock filled the device, and shook with pleasure as the device slapped his cock again and again. He tore against the restraints, but in ectasy. The device went faster, and Matt pulled against the manacles holding him. The tethers holding his arms and legs pulled back, removing any chance of movement, and Matt cum’d furiously into the device. The manacles slackened, and Matt dozed off as the helmet began to operate.

Again Matt woke, no longer considering this a dream, or his wet Cock a nocturnal emission, or morning wood.

Pulling his attention away from the devices on his head and crotch, he looked around the room. He saw a few men in labcoats cluttered around the room. The men walked around him, took readings, conferred, and fiddled with the restraints and devices. The men talked over him as if he wasn’t even there.

As you can see, the subject is docile now. Each cycle it takes him longer to become alarmed, resistant. When this happens, the process is restarted. The subliminals in the helmet calm the subject reinforcing sufficient levels of obedience. It’s cock is stimulated until the subject responds in the correct way which is agreement with the programming. The subject is brought to orgasm and is given another hour of programming until it is brought out of trance.

Matt listened, horrified at what they intended for him. He pulled at the restraints, and tried to grab at the chest attachments with his teeth but couldn reach.

The doctor looked down at him. Excellent, let’s begin the final phase.

Two men entered, carry a dress bag. Both were clad from neck to toe with rubber. Their faces emotionless, conformed to be as obedient as all the others. They had gone through the same process as Matt, and would now finish the job, and make him like them, an obedient, mindless drone.

It was too late, the two drones approached, and removed the device from his cock. Matt winced as the cool air caressed the tender skin of his shaft.

The men began removing strips of shiny black rubber from the bag, and wrapped them around Matt’s legs.

The rubber sealed itself to Matt’s legs, each piece seamlessly connecting to the other. There weren’t many strips, just enough for his legs, but seconds later, the rubber on his legs began to absorb his body heat, bristle, and spread.

The doctor was standing by a switch. When he flipped it, the helmet on his head began to him and tighten.

The patches attached to his chest and cock were immediately ablaze with electric aphrodisia, and the pressure only increased.  Matt;s cock began to precum constantly, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning.  The little slack his restraints allowed him, Matt used to thrust his cock, and turn with his arousal, increase it, go with it, obey.  

As the helmet hummed, Matt;s horniness increased, and as it did, the rubber began covering him faster, eating the extra body heat Matt’s cum and obedience produced.  His entire body was almost covered, and Matt didn’t care, he only listened and leaked.  

The helmet fell silent, but lowered itself over his ears, pressing tightly against his stupefied face and ears.  Matt;s eyes opened a little wider as his programming began.  

Your name is nolonger Matt, you will answer to Drone or Unit.  You will obey without question.  

Matt;s mouth weakly fell open as his brainwashing took hold.  He listened He repeated.  He obeyed.

I am nolonger Matt.  I am a drone, a slave, and must obey without question.  

Matt’s cock squirted harder.

I am a mindless drone, brainwashing is almost complete.  When I am fully reprogrammed i will be an obedient, mindless drone.  

Matt continued to cum.

Matt closed his eyes, listened, and leaked. Licking his lips as he was told to obey over and over. Matt opened his mouth, and said he would obey. He took a deep breath, turning side by side in the heat of the moment, crying out, but, instead of saying more, he said obey.

The rubber formed itself over his legs, leaving his feet exposed. The two drones went to them, and began massaging, sucking on his toes.

The rubber continued covering him, over his hard cock, and up his chest.

Matt;s face was now frozen and blank, his eyes lost and glazed, but the rest of him……

Shuddered and buckled under the weight of the energy shooting through him, and the programming coming through the brainwashing cap into his head.  His head tingled with commands to obey, submit, and to cum. 

Matt began thrusting his body, his cock into the air.  If he could still think, he would be begging the doctor to grab it, and jerk him off because to cum means you submit, and each step of his programming was cemented by each ejaculation.

The Doctor would wait until Matt was at his weakest before allowing him to cum for the final time, sealing his fate as a mindless slave, but Matt was close. 

Under a casual eye, it would appear Matt was fighting his restraints trying to break free, but that was a thought for the foolish, for those who have yet to give in to the pleasure. 

For those who grab their cock, those were the men who understood what was happening.  To be carried away by thoughts of obedience and submission, those were the ones who were hard now. 

Matt’s hands weren’t free, but yours…………

The Doctor grabs Matt’s cock, but is unable to silence his whimper.  He is ready, a little too quickly it seems, but that is progress, the faster, the better, the harder always submit first.

The waves of cum shoot out as Matt cries one last time.  The Doctor catches it in his mouth, drinking his new slave in, and lets Matt’s cock go.  Trails of spent cum follow as he pulls his hand back to lick the last few bits off. 

Matt, on the other hand, is still Blank and Obedient.  His face never changing expression, frozen, beautiful, and obedient. 

[tigidoggy]

“Awh, what’s wrong, honey? Workout left you all tired and achey?” Your partner asked, leaning in the doorframe as you lay, exhausted on your bed. You had been meaning to change having gotten back from the gym, but you just needed a couple of minutes.

You nodded up at them, your head on the edge of the bed. “I- yeah. Full body today, and I- moving is a lot right now.” You said.

They laughed, walking into the room. “That’s fair, my love. You don’t need to move right now. You can just listen to my voice, can’t you?”

Their tone had changed. As they spoke, you felt your well trained mind focussing on their words, your thoughts fogging over instinctively. You nodded again, wordlessly, looking up at them as they approached. “And I bet there’s a few muscles that you haven’t used at the gym.”

They leant down over you, planting a kiss on your lips. “But I’m only interested in one. Just let your mind go blank for me. You don’t need it, or most of your body, for that matter. Just relax, and sink for a while.” They looked down at you, taking in your form.

“Ugh, it’s a crime how gorgeous you are. Even right now, in your gym clothes, slightly dishevelled from having worked out. I fucking want you. Activate, toy.” They snapped their fingers. Your body went limp, your mind went blank, and your mouth opened.

Their laughter sounded so sweet, and you could see them, through the peripheral vision of your glassy eyes, them removing their shorts and underwear. “That’s it. You don’t need to think about anything right now, other than my pleasure.” They said, straddling your face.

As their sex approached your mouth, your programming took over, pleasuring them with your lips, your tongue. Their moans sank deep into your brain, making you feel so very satisfied. You were their good toy. Helpless before them. A strong body, but a weak mind.

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[tigidoggy]

Hey wish master, I have a bit of a problem. I’m a verse guy who loves playing the part of a cock obsessed slut one moment, and the part of an Alpha Male Jock the next. I find both roles exciting and fun to play, but… I feel like I can’t really commit to either of them because then I couldn’t be the other. I wish there was some sort of way for me to just… switch between them at will. Be an alpha jock on minute and a sissy cock sucker the next. I hope that’s not to weird.

Embrace your Truth

You awake to a new sensation as you head into the bathroom, a total alpha jock stranger stares back at you in the mirror.

You admire your new beard and the intricate ink you now sport. You find the new you is obsessed with leather. As you drop your leather pants to get a look at your new goods the massive cock you now have seems to trigger something deep in you, your inner cock slut likes what he sees, suddenly you watch as your body changes to become the sissy cock sucker you hide from the world.

You become a younger, skinnier, Twink version of you alpha self. Covered in head to toe leather, collared and ready to serve a master.

Your bathroom door opened, your best friend and roommate appeared behind you, without thinking you dropped to your knees ready to serve your master

You thought you could hide your truth from me, huh, boy? He said as your eyes stayed focus on the huge bulge in his pants. my surprise when I learned my best friend loved to be a cock obsessed slutty twink, naturally when you made your wish I offered the wishmaster a bit more to bend you to my dream. Sexy in both your new forms, I think most of your time will be as this form, my submissive little whore, look at you so hungry for my cock you're not even hearing my words. He opens his pants unleashing his juicy looking cock, with out thinking your lips take in his big dick. You gag as you try to take it all, he reaches down and locks your collar sealing you in your twink form for as long as he wishes. Your days are mostly spent suck on dildos when you can't get the real thing. Your thought are filled with wanting to taste your masters member, the thoughts of his creamy man juice coating your throat was all that filled your mind now. Someday in the back of your mind you think you will become your Alpha jock form and you'll have your revenge on him make him you slutty little cock whore. But for now you were stuck in your one form., It may have been hard for you to choose a form to commit to but your friend, he had no trouble choosing for you.

[tigidoggy]

Creamerie (2021)

[tigidoggy]

Nick & Liam

Nick, a gay man who embraces a relaxed lifestyle, is a freelance graphic designer who enjoys the flexibility of working from home. His nocturnal tendencies often see him staying up until the early hours of the morning, surrounded by his creative projects. As the clock strikes noon, he finally stirs from his slumber, his tousled hair and sleepy eyes betraying his late awakening. With a yawn, he shuffles into the kitchen, craving the caffeine boost of his morning coffee to kickstart his day.

Later that evening, Nick decides to hit the local club for some fun. There, he meets Liam, and sparks fly instantly. They share laughs, drinks, and a passionate kiss on the dance floor. Nick feels a rush of excitement and possibility.

Liam and Nick begin dating, exploring the city's restaurants hand in hand. They share intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, discovering each other's likes and dislikes.

Movie nights become a regular occurrence for Liam and Nick as they cuddle up in the cozy seats of the theater, sharing popcorn and stolen kisses in the darkness.

As their love deepens, Liam and Nick decide to take the next step and move in together. They spend days packing and unpacking boxes, turning their new place into a home filled with love and laughter.

On a special occasion, Liam surprises Nick with a beautifully wrapped present, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Nick eagerly unwraps the gift to find a crisp white business shirt inside. Though surprised by the unexpected choice, he smiles gratefully and slips it on, wanting to show his appreciation for Liam's thoughtful gesture.

ne evening, Liam invites a friend over for dinner, and Nick, wearing the white shirt, is tasked with bringing the wine. The friend chuckles at Nick's obedient demeanor, teasing Liam playfully.

Curiosity piqued, Nick discovers another present in the kitchen, this time containing a chastity device. He feels a mix of confusion and discomfort, unsure of Liam's intentions.

Liam patiently guides Nick through the process of putting on the chastity device, finding amusement in Nick's hesitant reactions. Despite his initial reservations, Nick complies, eager to please Liam.

Upon stumbling into the kitchen in the morning, Nick's eyes widen in surprise as they land on a neatly folded black waiter's vest, accompanied by a bow tie and a pair of white gloves. A note from Liam sits atop the ensemble, instructing Nick to don the uniform.

Nick hesitates before reluctantly deciding to comply with Liam's request. As he slips into the vest and ties the bow tie with uncertain fingers, he can't shake off the strange mix of discomfort and curiosity swirling within him. Yet, as he adjusts the white gloves, there's an undeniable sense of belonging that begins to settle over him, despite the oddity of the situation.

When Liam returns home, he is delighted to find Nick dressed in the uniform, his eyes lighting up with approval. They share a passionate evening together, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

In the quiet of the morning, Nick discovers a pamphlet titled "New House Rules" resting on the kitchen counter, alongside a box of hygienic masks. With a furrowed brow, he picks up the pamphlet and begins to read, his eyes scanning over the carefully outlined regulations. As he delves deeper into the document, he feels a strange sensation wash over him, as if he's being drawn into a hypnotic trance. Each word seems to imprint itself into his mind, shaping his understanding of his role within the household. With a sense of inevitability, Nick realizes that these rules are meant for him, dictating his actions and behaviors in service to Liam. Despite the initial disconcertment, a newfound clarity settles within him, and he accepts his fate with a quiet resignation, knowing that this is his path now.

Upon Liam's return, Nick greets him with a casual "Hey," but Liam's expression darkens as he observes Nick's demeanor. "Think about what I've said," Liam says firmly, his voice brooking no argument. Nick's eyes widen in realization, and he quickly corrects himself, "Good evening, Sir," he says, his tone now respectful and obedient. Liam then hands Nick a grocery bag, adding, "From now on, this will be your duty."

At 6:00 am, the soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains as Nick meticulously irons Liam's clothes, a task he's been at since 5 am. The kitchen is already spotless, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. With a sense of purpose and dedication, Nick prepares and serves Liam's breakfast, his heart brimming with happiness at fulfilling his new responsibilities. It's a stark contrast to his previous habits of sleeping in until noon, a testament to the profound changes that love and devotion have brought into his life.

[tigidoggy]

Matt knew he loved me, but he was afraid of commitment. Things were getting serious between us and he was getting scared. Before he dumped me, I convince him to give me 30 minutes. 30 minutes in which I got to do whatever I wanted to him to give him a reason to stay.

When I restrained him to the bed, he wasn't surprised. When I took pictures of his junk he protested but abided by the agreement. Once I put the electrified chastity cage on and locking butt plug in him he understood.

The deal was simple. I owned him now, and he would do as I say or else.

The pictures served as blackmail if he ever truly tried to get out of my control.

The cage served to teach discipline. Mistakes resulted in shocks. Theoretically good behavior you result in rewards. Not that he knows it but ... Unlikely.

The plug meant he was unfixable dependent on me. He got unlocked to shit once a day. If he was away from me for more than that, he'd be in agony quickly.

Now that he's mine I've given him a dresscode to wear while he's doing his chores. But his posture is still adjusting to his new equipment down below.

[tigidoggy]

Another submission from the gorgeous boy, the good househusband and servant to his daddy boss, @tigidoggy. As a reminder to my readers, he and his husband are your average loving couple. But behind closed doors, he is his butler, his servant, his 50s spouse, his chaste submissive on his knees pleasing his boss. He takes care of the housework, the chores and errands in his cute little servant's uniform and then takes care of his man's needs at night.

Getting dressed is a sentence: it is saying who you're going to be today. Clothes are one of the most simple languages we have that can be understood around the world. Each item is a verb, an adjective, a noun. Your shoes are a full-stop. Clothes transform you. Getting dressed sets you up for the day: the mindset of who you're going to be, of how you're telling the world who you are.

A man walking into a boardroom in a $10,000 Zegna cashmere suit and a Rolex watch would convey to anyone he is a man of wealth, of power, to be respected.

Take that same man, hand him janitor's overalls and a mop, and the difference in how he would be viewed by the world is clear.

Doctors and deadbeats, police and protestors, religious leaders and rebels no matter who they are all dress in their assigned uniform - their language. Clothes dictate power, rank, and affiliation.

The uniform is the grand equalizer in that way.

Because once you know who you are, what your role is, you don't need to think about anything else: you can just play your part.

That is why the servant's uniform is such an allure. It upturns the idea that a man in a suit is a man in power, but instead, he is only there as a man in service. It is chosen for him. He has no choice in what we wears. He falls on a bent knee to another in control. He is of low rank: a cleaner, a waiter, a scrub, and an assistant. With just a bow tie around the neck, or white gloves on the hands, the clothes convey submission.

I asked him how this good boy felt as he put on each item of clothing:

The old-fashioned undershirt and tighty-whities would be embarrassing to be seen in a gym locker room.

I suppose it would be. For you boy, no boxers, thongs or jockstraps would be appropriate. You should only be seen in underwear fitting for a servant - a traditional boy. No Calvin Kleins, just Hanes or Fruit of the Loom. Even when allowed your allotted exercise, working out to look good for your Sir, there should always be reminders to others about who you are. Even if it's not a cage, your traditional and simple service clothes are enough. You wear them because you're a good boy - that's what those boys in the locker room will think.

The corset makes me move restricted and stay in perfect posture. As soon as I need to bend I am on my knees. There's no other way. Every move feels controlled.

Even if the corset is hidden by the shirt, tie and vest, it is plain to see how straight and tall you must stand. How your back is straight as you serve your Master's cocktail. When you attempt to bend, your bridle topples you to the floor. How every movement feels like a struggle against bondage.

The starched collar is like a leather dog collar to make me feel my subhuman status.

Each moment you walk you feel the closeness around your neck. Your tie is like a leash. You are a formal pup - trained to obey, trained to follow commands.

The vest brings the outfit away from a smart business guy into the servant look.

Not a businessman off making deals, are you? No you're at home doing chores, waiting on your boss, pleasing Sir in any way you can.

And the gloves to make sure anything stays clean when I touch it.

Good boy. Imagine if you had to set the Master's table, hand him drinks, and every time you had to worry if you smudged his silverware or glassware? White gloves are there for your benefit as a servant, as well as making you feel submissive, in order for you to do your job.

For those who wonder whether their lives would be better if they wore a uniform, just look at this boy.

Uniform brings discipline, control, and stability - he doesn't have to think about anything more than providing the best service to his Sir. All he has to do is wake up, put on the same uniform he wears every day to serve, and get on with his role. Follow the routine.

When you're ready to give up the paralysis of choice like this boy and wear the same uniform every day, the rewards are clear. You don't need to vocalise what you want to be any longer. You can stay silent and obedient because, after all, your clothes are telling the world what a good servant boy you are.

Any formally dressed boys who wish to be inspected please submit a photo or message me privately.

I've reached the end of my submission posts! Please submit more.

[tigidoggy]

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[tigidoggy]

He came up to me in a bar months ago and said, “When you accept that you’re a submissive, let me know.”  I gave him an odd look and went back to what I was doing. I’d see him every once in a while and he’s always ask how I was doing. I’d say fine and he’d say don’t forget to let me know and we’d laugh.

About six months later, he came up to me at the bar and asked if there was anything I wanted to tell him. I looked around and said, “I’m ready.” “I could tell,” he said. We went to his place and had a long talk. When the talk was over, he spanked me, caged me and fucked me. He bought me this leather outfit week ago. It feels great over my cage.

[tigidoggy]

Am I Acting Weird?

Walking home, I just can't shake the feeling that something is off, but I can't figure out what! I asked Coach about it before leaving practice, but he just laughed. He said I was weird not to appreciate the effort I've put into football lately.

He's right. I've been busting my ass, but that's exactly what I'm talking about!

I've never given a damn about improving my rank or even showing up to conditioning! I just wanted to hang out with my buds and mess around with the cheerleaders.

But now, it's like none of that matters! I've skipped the last three parties to bulk up at the gym! I haven't been able to drink anything other than protein shakes, and my meals are always loaded with meat. It's like I can't control myself anymore! Why can't I just take a night off and drink beers with the rest of the boys?

I let out a long groan of frustration and trudge upstairs. My younger sibling Max laying on the couch while the TV blares his favorite show.

Max is the weird one! He's like 18, and all he does is play videogames and sit around all day.

I quickly strip off my sweaty football uniform and toss it into the corner of my bedroom. My muscles are already tired and aching from yesterday's practice, so I can't imagine how sore I'll be feeling when I wake up for tomorrow's early morning workout; something I only recently started doing everyday.

Like every other night, I pull my usual at-home clothes on; a stiff white shirt, black apron, and bowtie. This outfit might seem weird, but it feels nice, especially when I tie everything up extra tight. Max showed me how. Sure, it's not comfortable at all, and I look like a waiter more than anything, but that doesn't bother me.

My little brother is annoying as hell, but he's usually right. Me and dad used to tease him all the time, but we've come around since then.

Now that I'm finally at home and suited up, I can feel my shoulders relax. Whatever was bothering me before can wait. I pull some shiny black shoes on, slip a pair of white gloves over my hands, and carefully step back downstairs. It's important that I make as little noise as possible when I'm home. I wouldn't want to disturb anybody.

"Hey, big bro," Max calls from the couch, "Your home."

"Yes, Max," I answer, taking my usual position next to the couch.

This is where I stand when I'm in the living room anymore. It's just where I feel most comfortable, and it's right next to a little cart of useful supplies. I grab a towel and sling it over my shoulder. It's always a good idea to have one on me when I'm at home. Never know when I'm going to need it.

"My shoes could use a polish while we chat," Max adds, flipping through the channels.

"You got it, Max."

See, the towel does come in handy. I quickly fetch a container of shoe polish on my little cart and kneel by his feet. I've been polishing Max's shoes for a few weeks now, so I've gotten pretty good at it. He doesn't really appreciate the art of it, but I guess it's just something that I'm into.

"How's football? You the best player yet?" Max asks nonchalantly from above.

"No, Max. I've gotten a lot bigger lately, but the quarterback is still a lot more muscular and skilled."

He rolls his eyes and adds, "Give it time I guess. You're going to keep at it until your a professional player like the ones on TV."

I stop buffing his sneaker for a second and glance up at him. His attention is now completely fixated on an NFL videogame.

"Max, that's just it," I admit, "Lately I've been working out and bulking up like I'm some pro-athlete, but I'm not. I don't think I even want to be! That life just seems so grueling."

Max pauses his game and looks down at me solemnly.

I avert my gaze and add, "It's just weird that lately I've put so much work into something I don't want."

"You think that's weird?" he dryly raises an eyebrow.

I just shake my head and turn my attention back to my brother's sneaker. It's going to need a lot more polish before it shines.

The door opens and our father arrives home.

"Hey, boy," he dismissively calls when he sees me on the floor. Then he notices my brother lounging on the couch.

"Max," he says with a bit more emphasis, dipping his head a little.

"Dad, I'm really hungry right now, so could you get a move on with dinner?" Max answers.

"Of course, Max."

Our father immediately drops his keys and briefcase and shuffles into the kitchen. I've always admired him. He played football in college too, so we've always bonded over sports.

But lately, he only seems interested in his work. I rarely see him because he always stays late and picks up night shifts at the office. It's done wonders for his career, so I guess that's good. He's been given a few raises recently for all the extra effort he's put in, but I can tell it's taking a bit of a toll on the guy.

"Big bro, just look at Dad," Max explains to me, "He doesn't complain about anything being weird, does he? He just keeps his mouth shut and goes to work. Be more like him."

I don't speak as I switch to shining his other sneaker. Max is probably right. If Dad can power through long hours in the office to bring home a decent salary, then I can surely shut up and dedicate myself to a career in football.

It doesn't take long for our father to return to the living room.

"The food is almost ready, but here are some drinks while you wait, Max," he says.

Our dad seems minorly annoyed by the starched clothing he has on, but that suit is his typical home outfit. It looks even more stiff and uncomfortable than my get up, but I guess he's willing to put up with it.

Max stands before I can finish at his feet and grabs a glass from our father.

"Whoops, here you can finish them," he says after a swig of wine, kicking the shoes off in my direction, "And then take care of the laundry in my room."

"Sure thing, Max," I answer, but he's already turned his attention to dad.

"Is your wallet in your briefcase?" he asks, "I'm taking a few friends out tonight."

"It is, Max, and the car keys are next to it. The car is low on gas. Should I take it to a station before you go out?"

"Yeah," Max adds between sips, "Take care of that while I eat."

"Of course, Max."

"Oh, and Dad."

"Yes, Max?"

"Start making double portions for big bro's meals. He needs to bulk up faster if he's going to usurp the current quarterback."

I pretend not to hear, and finish up my work with Max's shoes. Maybe my new focus on football hasn't been that strange after all. It's not really the life I thought I'd be pursuing, but it's kind of nice being bigger and more athletic than I used to be. It's not really weird if I think about it. Maybe I can even get a few more reps in after I finish Max's laundry.

I hope he has a good time out with his friends tonight. It's weird, but I don't really know what else I'd spend my time doing.