Sharing is caring

Your boy is so thoughtful and obedient--who could resist showing him off?

Not you, that is for sure. Of course, you know that it would be **** to prepare him for the experience, but a wicked little voice in your head wants to see what happens if you surprise him.

Jenny is an old friend who talks to you about everything. She also has the worst luck with guys--in the past year she has been dumped by text, cheated on, stood up and had every variety of disappointing sex.

The problem, as far as you are concerned, is that she dates the wrong kind of man. You don't really believe that there are "alpha" males, but there are definitely men who think of themselves this way, and that's Jenny is attracted to. Time to introduce her to another option.

It's a typical Thursday evening. Trevor, after having fixed dinner, is now relaxing a bit by giving you a foot massage. While you have quite an active social calendar on weekends, most weekdays you retire early, after, of course, some pampering (or more) from Trevor. Hence, he has no clue that the evening is about to test him in a new way.

There is a knock at the door. It is hard to jump from a kneeling position, but Trevor does it. He looks at you with a mingled expression of shock and confusion.

"Why don't you get the door, my dear?" you ask him, giving the sweetest and most innocent smile you can manage.

Since at this moment he is wearing exactly nothing other than a black leather collar, this is not exactly a simple request.

He looks at you, hesitating.

"Oh, my dear, aren't you going to be a good boy tonight?"

That's the trick. He can't say no to being a good boy. Slowly, he stands up and walks to the door.

Jenny gasps as the door opens.

"Jenny--come on in!" you say, rising from the couch.

"What the hell? Why didn't you say you were busy?" Jenny manages to ask, her eyes still locked on Trevor's muscular naked form.

"Boy--eyes down!" You notice that Trevor is looking at Jenny--probably trying to see what she thinks. His cheeks are burning red, but he immediately does as you ask.

"Oh--Trevor here is just going to take care of us--no need to pay any attention to him."

"Boy--drinks now. Gin and tonic for two."

Trevor turns and walks from the room, clearly relieved for a moment to compose himself.

"What do you mean, 'take care of us'? What's going on?" Jenny is still standing in the door.

"I'd been feeling a bit, well flat. And then my nice boy came to help me with a few things around the house, and well, things got better. For him too, right, my dear?"

This last was to Trevor, who had reappeared with drinks in hand.

"Oh yes, Miss."

"Can you tell my friend what you are?"

"I'm your good boy," he answers, eyes still down.

"You can look at my friend now--tell her why you are here."

"I'm here because I need to be taken care of and to be told what to do. I much happier now than I was before."

Jenny relaxes just a bit and comes to sit. You join her, and the two of you sip your drinks. Trevor kneels next to you, eyes down. Every once in a while you stroke his hair.

As you do, you think. What would the best present for Jenny be. Should you share your pet? Or show her how obedient he is?