Good To Be Back

Finally... Being slid up his legs. His cock filling up my pouch. The way he fiddles with my strap. It's so good to be worn again.

I was starting to think I had made a mistake by agreeing to be Jason's dad's underwear. With all those weeks being forgotten about, lying still, it made me think back to when I was human and if I should have gone to college after all.

Being neighbors our whole lives, of course both Jason and I applied to the same college. We even agreed to take a two year break to save up money. Sad thing is, is that I didn't make the cut. I wasn't going to hold him back and wait another year. He offered, I refused. His dad and I helped him move and if his dad didn't smack me on the ass after catching the microwave before it fell to the floor, I don't think I would be where I am today, his underwear.

That butt slap made me blush, blushing made me look gay, looking gay made him kiss me, kissing me led to fucking, fucking led to fetish play, fetish play led to agreeing to being his underwear. Within a month, I went from helping Jason move to selling late father's house, moving in with Jason's dad, and getting the procedure to be his property. A thin piece of fabric at that.

When I first got turned, he wore me for three weeks straight before he finally washed me. It was clear both he and I loved it. He would jack off in me, wear me around the house, tug at my edges when at work. He would talk to me as if I were able to respond, of course, I just listened. It was like that for a year or so, then he started wearing other underwear in the mix. I was still his main pair, but going from 24/7 to four days a week was a hard pill to swallow.

And then, it happened. Carelessly, he let me fall off the side of the washing machine when he was unloading it. I would have expected him to look harder to find me. I heard him rummage around the house for about an hour, but after that it felt like he gave up, like I was just some regular old pair of underwear he had lost...

Luckily that's over now and I'm back around him. The movie started. With one hand he took a swig of his beer, with the other, he ran it slowly up my fabric along his hard and long shaft. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his penis and soaked in my fabric. My thoughts went haywire getting to feel this again.

I feel bad that I ever doubted, that the thought even crossed my mind that I shouldn't have been his underwear. He's my owner, and I'm the best pair of underwear he's ever had.

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