The sweet boy moaned in his sleep, restless but happy. Even dreaming, his over-sensetive nude body writhed with the pleasures of his bed's ocean of velvet blankets, plush pillows and the gently tickling fuz of all his giant stuffed teddies. The baby blue and pink sheets were scented with the fragrance of a summer garden in full bloom; an aroma that would follow the shy little moaner for the rest of the day, even if he were to try to scrub it off.
In his dream, his strong, protective older brother pinned him to the mattress with his much bigger body, wrapping his wrists and legs in silky streamers to render Tony helpless and exposed. A play thing for his broth to kiss and love and watch.
"N... No... Big brother, don't look! AH!" If the boy was still capable of ejaculation, he would have already have finished with his first ever wet dream. But the chronivac had made sure he instead always remained horny. Never no more than a couple kisses and coresses from the edge of relief, yet never granting him it. Poor boy was so ignorant about the ways of sex that he didn't even know what it was he was so desperate for. His body and his animalistic instincts were in charge, and he was but a helpless and confused passer just along for the ride.
Tony didn't wake bolt right up in bed like in the movies. No, his waking was transitional. Alex had been just about to finally let him suck his glorious penis, but... Tony reached for his big brother's shaft, but he couldn't reach. "Ah..." he moaned in denied desire, but... Where had Alex gone? Were were the restraints Alex had bound Tony up with, so safe and secure? It felt wrong to be free of his bondage. Where was his brother!?
The confused boy blinked with bleary eyes. That silhouette? No, that was one of his teddies. He was in his bed. He'd been dreaming. Such a wonderful dream. About his brother? No, that can't be right. That was just wrong! They were brothers! His big brother would never... Never what? The sleepy boys big blue eyes fluttered. What had he been dreaming about? And was he naked!!!? He lay stark nude as the day he'd been born, not even under any sheets!
Tony kept up in bed and dove head first into a mound of pillows and teddies, his slightly girlish bubble but poking invitingly into the slightly brisk air for a moment, before he could swim all the way into his plush den. Tentatively, he poked his face out a moment later, like a frightened little mouse scanning for predictors.
Thankfully, the big bedroom was empty. Except of course for all the toys and outfits he'd left srewn around the floor. The maids would normally have cleaned the place up for him, but he'd asked them not to. It was a fantasy landscape he'd spend days making and playing in. The clothes piles were mountains. The toy soldiers were fighting the dragon toy. And of course much of the scattered clothes hid his Barbie doll collection that he'd be mortified if someone found. They already teased him for still playing with toys and filling his bed with plushees and teddies.
But back to the question. Why was he naked? Were were his pejamas!? Tony was never naked! Even alone in his bubble bath, he wore a full one piece body swimsuit for boys. For some reason, his wardrobe was also full of girls swim wear as well, which made him redden when he so much as brushed past them when getting his normal clothes.
Had he fallen asleep in front of the tv again last night and been carried to bed by the staff? Had they stripped him? Had they seen him naked!? Tony buried his face again in the imagined shame. How would he face them.
Looking out the window revealed the morning mist thick upon the gardens. The swan topiaries were but shadows in the fog. Dawn hadn't properly broken yet, though the sky was beginning to brighten. The gazebo, lake, hedge maze, flower garden, greenhouse, the old willow tree, and the vast open expanses of the grounds were all hidden behind that misty veil. Likely no one else would be awake for another hour or two. Even the servants. Tony usually had the mansion to himself in the mornings. Him and the dogs.
Tony wriggled out of his hidy hole and crawled on all fours along the bed to the window. He was naked by the window. He felt so naughty. His heart raced. He blew on the glass and wrote T+A then drew a heart around it. Suddenly coming to his senses, he quickly wiped it away. What was he doing!?
He crawled to the edge of the bed and hopped down, bare feet clapping against the smooth chill wood floor. He had considered wrapping himself in bedding until he could find anything at all to wear, but he was feeling strangely adventures this morning. Naughty. He stared at his walk in closet at the other side of the room, wondering what he should wear today?