PJ crossed his arms, frowning like a disapproving mother. The moment his brother and his new found lover stepped out, he spoke up; "I heard what you two did. I can't believe you two."

Gradient yelped, seeing his brother there. He hid behind Vux, whimpering. He was scared of what his brother was going to do now that he knows about the lewd things he and Vux have done. He didn't want to be forced away from Vux.

PJ stormed up to Vux. He stood tall, but Vux stood taller. PJ stood taller. Vux stood even taller. At this point PJ was on his toes and Vux was barely on his own, still looking down at PJ. Vux tried not to quiver or start to cry, pretty scared of PJ.

Eventually, the shorter stood down. He crossed his arms as he kept glaring at Vux. The lavender haired male stood down, not slouching. He was moments away from crying out of fear.

"Okay." PJ held out his hand. His sword hand was empty, he wasn't going to hurt Vux. He was going to shake his hand.

Vux took the hand and shook it firmly, keeping his posture straight and his face stern. He wasn't going to back down. He wasn't going to show PJ any fear.

"You better treat him well." With that, PJ took his hand away and went to his room. He didn't want to let Gradient date him, but he could respect the man.

Gradient stared at Vux with awe, just blinking. He didn't want to laugh or jump with joy that his brother was allowing him to be with Vux.

"W-wow..." Vux mumbled, falling to the ground. He sat there, staring at Gradient.

"I'm so happy!" Gradient squealed, basically jumping onto him. He nuzzled Vux's cheek, giggling and smiling.

"I am, too! I love you so much, Gradient!"

"I love you, more!"

The two were giggling and hugging and basically cuddling on the living room floor. They nuzzled and cuddled and kissed and said millions of 'I love you's to each other.

PJ watched, frowning. He watched as his brother was kissed all over his face and told he was loved. He turned his attention to Fresh, who was sleeping and drooling all over the pillow. Fresh never told him he loved him, quite the opposite of his brothers' relationships. They were filled with cuddles and love and being lovers.

Paperjam wanted that. He wanted Fresh to kiss him all over and tell him he loved him more than anything in this world. He wanted to be told he was loved after getting his ass wrecked. He wanted to be gently held and for Fresh to tell him that he would do anything for him. He wanted to be told he was beautiful and not just sexy. He liked being sexy, of course, but he wanted to also be complemented innocently. He wanted to be cuddled as Fresh whispered sweet things to him. He wanted to cuddle and watch movies nude before starting to make passionate love.

"Master, its time to get up." PJ frowned, walking to Fresh and shook his arm. He groaned and looked at PJ, some drool still going down his chin.

"Oh, hey Slut!" Fresh got up, smiling. He wiped his mouth and PJ suddenly kissed him. He wanted love, even if it was only sex.

After a few minutes, PJ was forced away. He groaned, trying to get more pleasure from just Fresh's lips. He was sloppily kissing his cheek as Fresh rolled his eyes, allowing him to just kiss him over and over again.

"Slut, stop being such a whore." Fresh pulled him away, grabbing his 'YOLO' sunglasses. He put them on, adjusting slightly and then looking at PJ.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm just a big slut for you~" PJ cooed, just wanting to be fucked already. He helped his Master through his heat just the night before yet he already wanted more.

"Yeah, I know. Now go make Master something to eat. If you're good, do you know what'll be your breakfast?~" Fresh smirked at the excited gasp and the adorable lust in PJ's eyes.

"A big load down my throat!~" PJ exclaimed, happy at the thought. 'Master said good boys eat cum!~ I'm a good boy!~' he thought, drooling slightly.

"Yes you will~" Fresh cooed. He scratched under PJ's chin, causing him to pant like a dog. "Now, be a good boy and go make my breakfast~"

"Yes sir!" PJ ran out, smiling, ready to be a good boy. He ran past Vux and Gradient, who moved to cuddling on the couch and watching TV, and ran to the kitchen.

Paperjam was being a good boy for his Master, cooking something. He smiled, just wanting to be a good boy.

Eventually, Fresh came out. He hugged PJ from, frowning at how long it was taking. Of course, the smaller assumed it was that he wanted to grind on his ass, as he would usually.

"Slut, why aren't you done yet?" Fresh huffed.

"Because I want to make it very lovely. I want you to eat something really delicious." PJ let him grope him.

"I don't need anything good, I have you!" Fresh huffed, grinding on PJ's ass slightly. He groped and grabbed and humped it, trying to get PJ to go faster.

"Yes, yes, you can say that. I want to get you to eat well, no matter how much you hump my ass." PJ didn't mind the  humping, just humming.

"Slut~ Please just give me a blowjob, already!~" Fresh humped him harder, smirking.

"Not now." PJ picked up the pan, sliding the food off the pan and onto the plate.

"If you don't, then I might just cum into my pants~" Fresh smirked at PJ's small gasp.

"B-but G-Gradient and Vux can s-see..." PJ mumbled.

"Just sit in the corner that hides us and take the entirety of me into your cute little mouth~" Fresh cooed, wanting to cum into one PJ's holes, wether it's mouth or ass. "I'm ready to fuck your cute little mouth~ Please just take me inside of you~ In some way, please!~"

"M-Master, please..." PJ frowned,

"Please, baby~"

"Can we go to the bedroom..?"

Fresh huffed. "Fine!"

PJ got Fresh's breakfast and went to his room, Fresh trailing behind really close. He closed the door and got on the bed, ready for PJ to start sucking him off.

~

PJ got a mouthful of cum, basically moaning. He swallowed it all, licking up everything. He smiled as Fresh started to finally eat his breakfast. He pulled up his pants, not able to stop smiling.

"Master, I love you..." he whispered, laying on Fresh.

"What was that, Slut?" The taller looked at him, confused.

"Master, I need you~" PJ cooed, nuzzling his chest.

"I already gave you lots of my cum~ Haven't you had enough?~" Fresh snickered, kissing his forehead.

"I know, I know... I'm just such a whore... I need so much from you..." PJ frowned, looking down in shame.

"That's not what I meant, Slut. I think it's so cute, so sexy, it makes me want to do things to you." Fresh kissed his cheek, holding him closer.

"Like what?" PJ looked up hopefully.

"Like make passionate love to you and cuddle you, kissing you all over," Fresh wanted to say. He wanted to admit, "I want to spoil you. To make sure my baby feels really good and give you gifts and make you know you're loved more than your brothers combined."

But he couldn't say that. He was afraid of letting PJ know he loved him. He was afraid of PJ wanting more when he knows he loves him. He was afraid of being boyfriends with PJ.

Fresh looked at him. He remembered when they had the best sex they've had at the time. It felt like love. Not just lust.

PJ looked so beautiful. He was so pretty and his face was so cute and his hair was so amazing and his body was so sexy. He loved everything. Paperjam was so badass in front of people and he loved how he was suddenly lustful and a submissive slut when they're in the dorm.

"Master?" And that voice. Fresh almost shivered when he heard PJ's angelic voice saying his name. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just perfect." Fresh kissed his soft lips, just giving him a quick peck. He looked at PJ, frowning slightly. "Go put on something cute for Master."

"Yes, Master!" PJ smiled and got up, getting an outfit. He looked at the outfit, smiling as he made sure Fresh didn't see. He was sure it was 'cute' enough for Fresh. "I'm going to change in the bathroom!" He ran out of the room.

Fresh sighed and got up. He put on some basketball shorts and a tee shirt. He would probably hang out with the basketball jocks later, so he needed to be ready to play some ball.

He just flopped on the bed, waiting for PJ. He played on his phone, pretty bored. He wanted to hold PJ already.

"Oh Master!" PJ peeked his head into the room, smiling. "I'm dressed all pretty for you~"

"Oh, good! Come show me how pretty you are~" Fresh smirked, getting excited. He wanted to see PJ so bad.

PJ pushed opened the door, closing it with his hips. The hips that were so empathized in his shorts. They were so skinny and small. They were barely covering his underwear. Actually, Fresh could see the straps of the underwear from over the shorts. PJ knew Fresh was staring, smirking as he swung his hips seductively.

And the shorts weren't the only thing. His crop top was skin tight and velvety soft. He smirked, playing with his thin straps, knowing Fresh was drooling. He liked knowing he could make Fresh drool and stare with just a 'cute' outfit.

Shrutting over, PJ suddenly turned over and bending over for Fresh to have a good view of his ass. His big, gropable, plump, slappable ass.

"Slut, oh my Stars!" Fresh gulped, at his butt.

PJ stood up, getting onto Fresh's lap. He smirked, liking the lustful look Fresh was giving him. He was too shocked to grab or grope or grind on him.

"Dear Master, I think you're drooling~" PJ cooed. He liked this new feeling of dominance. He liked getting to make Fresh stare at his body.

"I think I'm hard~" Fresh smirked, lust shining in his eyes.

"W-wait, no, wait—"

PJ realized he was never going to get to wear this outfit again. It would be too ripped and stretched once Fresh was done with him.

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