Stevie Evans

I couldn’t exactly punish you for defending me, Steve. I mean… I appreciate the idea. I still think violence’s not necessarily the answer, but y’know…

If you ever just wanna stay in bed, why don’t you let me know and we’ll just… cuddle all day? I don’t really know much about effectively treating that stuff… but I’ll do my very best to help. And I’m only just a text away. Oh please, you can more than kinda sing.

Trust me I know. That’s why I mainly stuck to comic book and movies… they’re easier to read than actual novels, y’know?

Cuddling is an effective... I don’t know if treatment is the right word. It helps, at least. It definitely helps... So I’ll let you know. Okay, maybe a little more than kinda sing, but still not as good as you!

Yeah, of course. I’m trying to read a novel at the moment, actually... Two weeks and I’m only just halfway through, but I’m getting there!

Hey, body worship is my speciality! Especially with your mouthwatering body.

[PM] Yeah. Although… he could come to us too. Ask him what he’d prefer… he might like getting to sleep in a comfortable bed.

Of course… that’s definitely my plan and I’m glad you agree. I’m not sure… about that last idea though. I mean, I don’t think I can convince Schuester to actually fire someone and I don’t wanna put you in danger either… I mean I know some guards target him but… it’s not like I can magically make them disappear.

It’s... If they touch someone they’re not supposed to they might get in trouble and they might stop for that reason... I can take more than Jeff can. Or.. okay, maybe I can’t mentally, but I’d prefer to see Jeff smile and walk around with a limp for a while than stay safe and warm and protected with you and watch him get destroyed bit by bit.

Like that really satisfied you compared to my big cock.

... Did you seriously just make that joke?

[PM] Oh right. I mean, he’s not gonna get claimed overnight, Sammy, but you do you. Really? I mean, I don’t want to like, intrude or anything. Chances are he probably wont want me there, you know. Getting his time with the greek-god of the island and his scrawny brother ruining it.

You’re already great. But sure. If you want to be better… we both could always improve.

Forever? Have I been neglecting my brotherly duties of making love to you that much?

I’ll need to fix that.

I know you do. I’m sure they have like... special pet couriers.

Making his way to the Laundry room, Elliott licked his lips, his length already hardening in his pants at the thought of the slave waiting for him at his destination. Stevie seemed quite the eager boy, and hot as well, and Elliott was very interesting in taking him for a test drive. 

His pants - not juice-stained, after all he’d never ruin his favorite pants for this - were hanging over his shoulders as he entered the laundry room in only his boxerbriefs, immediately spotting the slave he had anticipated meeting. “Hey there…” he greeted, biting his lip as he checked the boy out. 

I’m sorry. I just went for a walk and got distracted. I’ll be back soon, honey.

Well that sounds promising. Am I finally getting the puppy I wanted?!?!

Maybe next time.

Yeah...? I always do...