I don’t believe in washing what I wear. Every pair of briefs, jocks, and socks I own is marked with years of sweat, c*m, and use. Stiff waistbands, stained crotches, and that raw masculine musk that only builds with time.
I sell gear that’s lived on my body—f**ked in, sweated through, and left unwashed. Whether you want something fresh off me or a pair that’s been aging in my drawer for years, I’ve got you covered. Discreet, filthy, and always authentic