Golden Time

In his golden palace of a bedroom, Gordon was in his natural habitat: in front of the camera, basking in the glow of thousands of adoring fans. The room itself was practically glowing, with golden curtains, golden-framed mirrors, and even a golden rug that shimmered whenever he shifted his weight. On his broad frame, the only thing covering him was a pair of snug, golden-colored briefs that sparkled like treasure. In one paw he held his phone, its case gleaming like it had been forged by a king’s jeweler.

"Ahh, yes, look at that definition," Gordon said confidently, flexing an arm so massive that the bicep seemed ready to burst out of its own reflection. "You like this? Of course you do. Golden Gordon never disappoints."

The live chat was a storm of emojis and exclamation marks, though Gordon barely needed them to know he was admired. He smirked, shifted, and flexed his chest at their request, making the golden briefs stretch in protest.

"You want an extremely sexy pose?" he chuckled, lowering his voice into a low growl. "Careful, darlings. You might not survive this much handsomeness all at once."

The dog licked his lips, one paw keeping his phone still. Another one reached down to his briefs, Gordon stretched the fabric as he revealed his own semi-hard black cock beneath. The chat going wild.

"Haha! You people are really thirsty for this sexy dog, huh?" Gorden pulled his briefs back, turning the screen to his face again. His fave turn into a smug and the dog flexed his bicep.

After a few more gratuitous poses and compliments to his own jawline, the dog checked the time on his phone. His expression softened with purpose. "Ah, my precious little one awaits. Sorry, everyone," he said smoothly, running a paw through his golden mane of fur. "But I must leave you wanting more. You’ll forgive me—I have... someone much more important to see."

With a wink into the camera, he ended the stream.

The luxury car purred as it rolled to a stop in front of his partner’s house. It was, of course, golden as well—so shiny it practically blinded the neighbors when sunlight hit it. Gordon stepped out, muscles catching the light, still wearing those infamous golden briefs but now topped with a matching silk robe that looked like it cost more than a year’s rent.

He walked up the path, confident as always, and gave the door a knock with his broad knuckles. When it opened, Gordon’s grin widened.

"There you are, my little star," he said, his voice dripping with affection. He leaned one arm casually against the doorway, flexing just enough to remind anyone watching what kind of physique they were dealing with. "I was thinking... what do you think if we drive around for a little while?

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