The Mansion of Men

Little Brothers

"Porsche!" Tankhun said, bursting into Porsche's office that morning as Porsche sighed heavily.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it could have been an email, Phi," Porsche said.

"Have you read Brown Legacy by 22xx?" Tankhun asked, slamming his phone down on Porsche's desk.

"I have not," Porsche replied, slowly struggling to type out what he was working on before Takhun arrived.

"It's about our brothers," Tankhun stated.

Tankhun had to be talking about the site and if he was, then it was romance. Seeing as Porsche had only one brother, it had to be Chay, but there was no way the story would feature Kinn. Most writers liked to explore Kinn's infatuation with Porsche. Not Chay. Which meant that Tankihun was talking about-

"You mean Kim and Chay?"

"Yes," he said. "Why aren't you more worried about this? They're writing disgusting stories about your baby brother," he said, emphasizing "baby". "And Kim."

"It's fiction. Let them have their fun."

"Have you seen the tags on the story?"

"It doesn't matter. They can write whatever they want."

"Non-con," Tankhun said, reading from his phone as he began pacing. "Enemies-to-lovers."

"Understandable."

"About a sixteen-year-old boy?" Taknhun asked.

Porsche paused for a second, thinking about that. Generally, he tended to avoid stories that had his brother in them because he didn't want that in his brain. Not when those stories were spank-bank material. But now that Tankhun was mentioning it, Porsche wasn't so sure he liked the idea of grown men writing about his brother in that way.

"Okay, maybe it's a little weird that they're writing that," Porsche conceded.

"Only the stories? Aren't you worried about what this means for your brother and Kim?"

"It's fiction, Phi. They're not going to read it and do everything they see there."

"This, coming from the man who re-enacts his own sex stories."

Porsche cringed again, praying for the millionth time that his brother was nothing like him.

"There's outrageous stuff in here. Which might be fine, if I didn't think it would affect impressionable young minds like Chay's."

Porsche reached for the phone with a worried frown as Tankhun gave it to him. Quickly, he scanned the tags, looking for what was so wrong with them, and with each tag, Porsche's eyes just kept getting wider and wider because...

Orgasm denial...

Bestiality...

Incest...

Skat...

"Oh my god!" Porsche threw the phone away.

"You see my problem?" Tankhun asked.

"They shouldn't be writing that."

Tankhun stopped moving as he faced Porsche. "I think we're both worried about different things here."

"We have to shut that site down right now."

"No, we have to make sure that Kim stays the fuck away from Chay."

"What?" Porsche asked, a little confused by Tankhun's words.

"Look, Kim's soul is old and wretched and dead, but Chay is still an angel. We have to keep them away from each other and make sure that Kim never gets it into his head that Chay is a viable romantic option."

"Oh," Porsche said, staring into Tankhun's face and wondering how to explain to Tankhun that that ship had sailed.

Months ago. Porsche had known about Kim and Chay for a while and the fact that Tankhun thought the site would be to blame for that would have been funny if Porsche wasn't plotting the destruction of the MansionOfMen website, right at that very second.