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“Thank you for letting me know.” Tanner waited for his boy to go. “What is it?” he asked when Braden didn’t leave.
“I’m – I’m so fucking horny Sir, I can barely think.”
“Good. I want you singing when I fuck you before bed tonight.”
“My balls are aching from how full they are, Sir.”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Tanner reached behind him and picked up the small remote. He hit the “on” switch and the plug inside of Braden began to vibrate on the middle setting.
Braden went rigid and gasped. He moaned deeply as a shudder went through his body.
Tanner waved his hand. “Show me your cage.”
Braden pulled his jockstrap to the side to bare his cage. It was straining, bulging in its cage over full plump eggs. The tip of the chastity cage was glistening from leaking pre-cum.
“Yes, boy, yes. Whose cock is that?”
“Yours, Sir.” Braden swallowed.
“That’s right. Good boy.” Tanner waved his hand again. “You can cover up. Don’t drip on my patio.”
“No Sir, I won’t,” Braden said quickly as he put his cock back in place.
“Good boy. Go finish making dinner now.”
Braden exhaled deeply. “Yes Sir.”
Tanner watched him go back into the house. “Man, no one told me when you put your boy in chastity, that you also get tortured having to wait,” he muttered to himself. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to bed time.”

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“I am so rusty, I just can’t get this swing right,” Reginald muttered.
“It’s in your hips, Sir.”
Reginald and Arnold turn around.
“Your houseboy seems to think he’s a better golfer than you,” Arnold said, looking amused.
Reginald folded his arms. “My hips?”
“Yes Sir. I know your hips well,” Will said. He was trying not to smile.
Arnold snickered.
“I imagine you do,” Reginald said dryly. He handed the golf club to Will “Fine. Show me what I’m doing wrong.”
“Thank you Sir.” Will stepped up to the square of green. He got into position, squared his feet, swung, and sent the ball flying in a long straight drive across the lawn.
Arnold let out a low whistle.
Reginald looked stunned. “How did you learn to swing like that?”
“Used to work at a golf course,” Will beamed, pleased to have impressed Reginald. “It’s all in the hips. You see how my hips move whole body?” He demonstrated slower. “When you turn Sir, your hips stop, but you’re still twisting your whole upper body. You need to move your whole body and let your hips turn your shoulders.”
“Huh. That makes that much of a difference?” Reginald asked.
“Yes Sir. Stand here please.” Will gestured.
Reginald got into place. Will handed him the club and put his hands on Reginald’s hips. He guided him through the swing. “Move the hips…there you go. Try it now.” Will stood back.

Reginald took another swing. The ball went flying, a bit to the left, but it was much further.
Arnold gave another low whistle. “Damn look at that ball go!”
Reginald stared at where the ball vanished into the distance. “God damn. I got schooled by my houseboy. I guess dad was right – he says people underestimates houseboys.”
Will grinned. “Happy to serve your family Sir in all ways.”
Reginald pointed. “You’re getting rewarded for this when you get home.”
Will beamed.

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Haunted House by

Niccolo Scardino

Valentin removed the tray from his Master’s room. He was deep in a writing streak, and Valentin was just relieved he got him to eat. A red glow pulled his attention to the right, where a dark shape was floating in the back corridor.
“Asmodeous, if you’re going to haunt over there, can you please unscrew the light bulb above you? It went out this morning.”
A throaty growl came from the corridor.
“Thank you.” This was a big house, and Valentin was happy to have some extra help even if it probably was from another dimension.
Valentin went downstairs to the kitchen to drop the tray. After getting a new light bulb, he came back upstairs. Asmodeous had vanished, but the old light bulb was on the floor. The houseboy picked it up. The whole inside of the light bulb was black with an oily tint, like squid ink had exploded in there. There was an odd, burnt smell.
Valentin looked around the empty corridor. “Asmodeous are you the reason this light bulb went out?”
From somewhere, there was a throaty chuckle. Valentin turned around but no one was there. “Very funny. This is nice artwork, but please do not destroy our light bulbs.” He set the new one on the floor. “Please screw this one back in gently. If you do, I’ll leave some bones for you in the kitchen fireplace later.”
A deep, bass like hum vibrated through the floor.
Valentin
had to resist calling him good boy. “Thank you.”  He shook his head and walked back to the kitchen to catch up on the cleaning. What a weird job it is being a houseboy here. They certainly didn’t cover this in the Academy!

When Valentin came to bring Master tea later, Valentin noticed the new light bulb was in place and shining as it should.
The Master of the House sipped his tea. “Did I hear you talking to someone in the hallway earlier?”
“Oh? You did. One of your resident spectres thinks it’s funny to mess with our light bulbs apparently.”
The Master of the House raised an eyebrow. “The house isn’t really haunted you know, right? It just makes a lot of noises and the trees make a lot of shadows. City boys just don’t understand.”
Valentin stared at him. “Right, Sir.”
“Surprised you haven’t run off, to be honest. Like the last two. I love the quality of houseboy that the Academy provides, but they’re all city boys,” he lamented.
“Fear not Sir. I’m not scared at all. I quite like it here, and I am feeling I am making a home here.
The Master of the House smiled. “Wonderful. I’m pleased to hear they sent a boy with skill, sense, and a nice ass. Beginning to think it wasn’t possible.”
Valentin refilled his teacup from the pot. “I’m pleased you are enjoying my service.” He bowed and left the Master of the House to finish writing for the evening.

When Valentin went downstairs, he discovered all the lights were off.
“You turn these back on right now!” he stomped his foot and put his hands on his hips.
Manic cackling wafted down the staircase. The lights turned back on, flooding the parlor and entry hall in a warm glow. “I’m going to leave you fish bones instead of venison bones if you keep this up,” Valentin warned. He was astonished to hear Asmodeous make a incorporeal noise that sounded a lot like a whine. Who knew specres from other dimensions were basically shadow pups?

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Blake rests on the bed after his post-morning orgasm. From where he is on the bed, Blake can see into the bathroom. His houseboy Neil is putting a plug in. He usually showers after Blake leaves for work. Blake sighs. He counts the amount of times he had his houseboy service him in the last week. Then the last two weeks. Blake ran out of fingers on both hands. Blake stares at his hands. God, I’ve been so lazy. When did I go out last? When did I last have a hook up? I can’t remember the last time I even checked Grindr.

“Boy?”
“Yes sir?” Neil replies.
“You can have the evening off. I’m going out after work.”
“Oh? That’s not on the schedule, what inspired that decision?”
“I have become a bit of a homebody. I think I need a change of scenery,” Blake explains.
“Would you like me to find you mdma or anything for your Friday night out?”
“No thank you, boy. But prepare for a guest. I may bring someone home.”
Neil nods. “I’ll plan for three for breakfast.”

Blake was putting on his coat to leave for work when his houseboy came downstairs with a duffel bag. “Here you’re going to need this.”
“What’s in here?” Blake asks as he took it.
“You can’t go out this evening dressed in your work clothes, Sir.”
Blake puts the strap over his shoulder and unzips the duffel. Inside is a mesh top, leather pants, his Doc Martens, and his leather harness. “How could I ever think to go in my work clothes,” he mutters to himself, a tad embarrassed. In the side pocket is condoms, electrolyte powder, and poppers. “You are a wonderful houseboy, thank you.” Blake kisses him on the lips.
“Thank you Sir.” Neil beams.

Blake walks to the car feeling taller. He couldn’t wait to get off work tonight. It had been too long since had gone hunting in the dark basements of techno clubs. He swore he would not return home alone. If things went really well, maybe three-for-breakfast could have a second meaning.

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Michael lingers in the bathroom entrance and watches his boy do his morning stretches. During the week, he doesn’t get to watch this because he’s in the shower. Michael is mesmerized by the way the dawn sun plays over the curves and muscles of his body. Being a houseboy is a young man’s game, but as Isaiah had crossed 30 into 31, 32, Michael is finding his houseboy has been evolving into a beautiful creature that increasingly captures all of his attention and thoughts.
Even when asleep.
Over night, Michael had some fantastical dream last night about Isaiah’s nude body and woke up with a hunger for him. But when he roused to a bare state of consciousness, Isaiah already had his backside pressed against Michael’s erection and was pleading for it to go further. Michael is still entirely unsure who instigated all of it, but ‘rising with the sun’ so to speak is a fine way to start the day.

Isaiah turns slightly and Michael can see some wetness on the inside of his thigh; he fixates on it. Most of Michael’s ejaculate has to still be inside of his boy, which Michael finds deeply satisfying.
Isaiah rises from a position with his palms on the floor, then brings his arms over his head and pulls his elbows down. He looks over at Michael coyly. “Can I help you Sir?”
“Finish up, I want to wash you.”
“Oh, I would love that Sir. Weekends mornings are much better than weekday mornings, don’t you think?”
“I think we need weekday mornings to appreciate weekend mornings, but honestly any morning with you is a good morning. You are my daylight.”
Isaiah blushes prettily. “Thank you Sir. May I wash you too?”
“You can, but I am going beg you for a back massage, just warning you.”
Isaiah chuckles as he stretches his arms across his body. “Sir, that is not an inconvenience. It’s the only time I get to really get my hands on your ass.”
“The ass is not part of the back.”
“It’s the base of the back, Sir.”
Michael gives him a look and holds out a hand. “Come here, you.”
Isaiah smiles. “Yes Sir.”

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Homemade giant cinammon roll with cream cheese frosting

RJ studied the beautiful cinnamon rolls his houseboy made, impressed with the golden brown and the perfect scent. It was impossible, however, to ignore the fact that the frosting looked a lot like something else. And there was more than normal.
“Morris?”
“Yes Sir?”
“How horny are you right now?”
Morris shot him a look. “Gosh golly, I don’t know, I haven’t had access to my cock for a week, what makes you think I’m horny?”
“You told me you really weren’t that horny.”
Morris scoffed.
“Oh I get what’s happening.” RJ folded his arms and grinned. “You’ve been trying to hide it. You don’t want me to know how horny you are.”
“That is totally not what is happening.” Morris made a sweeping gesture with his hand.
“You made a whole deal that chastity was noooooooo big deal, that anyone could do it. You were making fun of Sam on the ride home, how utterly fucking horny and needy he was. You’re afraid you’re going to end up like that.”
“Pppffttt, that. That is lies, that’s what that is.” Morris busied himself with the dishes.
“Your dildo was moved recently. You’ve been using it on yourself when I’m not around aren’t you?”
Morris blushed. “I moved it for cleaning.”
“Cause you used it.”
“No! I’m fine.”
“You can’t expect me to believe that you’re not horny at all,” RJ replied.
“I never said I wasn’t. It’s just like, garden variety. I’m not all desperate and slutty like Sam was,” Morris clarified.
“So what if you were? I think it’d be pretty hot.”
“Well you can go fuck Sam then.”
RJ grinned. “My, you are bitchy. This chastity experiment is fun.”
“Fun for you maybe.” Morris grumbled.

RJ reached over and turned off the water.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Fucking you.” RJ untied his houseboy’s sweatpants and let them drop.
“Hey!”
RJ prevented Morris from picking them up and put his hands on the counter. He pulled Morri’s hips backwards to make his ass stick out. With a quick motion, he undid his own pants and freed his cock. There was no time to hunt for lube, so kitchen oils had to do.

Ignoring Morris’s protests, RJ got himself into position and took his boy right against the counter. The noises were more beautiful than Christmas bells. Morris’s body was kinetic in his hands, pushing back against RJ, moving with RJ, all taut and electric. He begged for it harder, deeper. Morris’s head drooped and vowels poured from his throat with each deep thrust.

The sound of the lock bouncing off the sleeve of the chastity cage drove RJ nuts. The orgasm hit him so hard he saw black spots in his vision, and his fingers would leave red marks on RJ’s hips for two days after.

As the rush left him, RJ began to feel a bit of sympathy for his pent up houseboy who was brimming with lust. He stroked Morris’s balls and the base of his shaft until milk flowed and dripped on the floor. The moaning only excited RJ again, and he fucked his houseboy a second time. Afterwards? Morris was cooled down with frozen peas and the sweatpants went back on, only this time he was properly plugged so he could finish his cleaning without making another mess. He would learn that this is what sex meant for him now.

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I love a man who reads…naked.

“Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” RJ looked up from his position on the couch where he was working on his laptop.
David sighed. “I gathered all the books laying around the house so I could rearrange them properly when I put them back on bookcase, but I’ve realized they won’t fit.” David gestured to the bookcase. “It’s full, and these are all the books left over. Apparently I’ve been buying too many books…”
“Doesn’t seem like a difficult problem to solve. Get a bigger book case. I don’t mind having a lot of books in the house either.”
“Well, I appreciate that Sir. But this is a very houseboy thing, you see. We try to organize and clean up, and end up creating a whole other problem. This is how it starts. First, I clean up the books. Now I need a new book case. So now I have to fit another book case in here. Which means I have to re-arrange the living room.”
RJ chuckled. “Let me know when I need to get up from the couch.”
David tilted his head back and groaned. “Aaarrgghhh.”

“Why can’t you just buy a bit of a bigger bookcase? You won’t have to re-arrange the living room.”
David turned and looked at him. “I think we need a second one, Sir. I have a feeling I won’t be able to stop buying books.”
“Have you heard of a library, boy?”
“But they’re so cheap at the thrift store! And I keep them for as long as I want.”
“Oh, houseboy problems. Well, I can restrict your budget, but I don’t want to punish you for buying books.” David pushed a strand of hair away from his face. “Why don’t you put some shelves on the walls in the guest room? Big empty wall load-bearing wall in there. You can run em the whole length of the room. My parents would love having books to browse while visiting.”

David looked astonished. “Sir that is an amazing idea.”
RJ smiled. “I have other good ideas than the ones I come up with in the bedroom you know.”
“You are good with coming up with those ideas,” David agreed. He surveyed the books again. “Ok. So, now I need to get the measuring tape. And the laser sight. A pencil. Gonna need to go buy some wood…sandpaper, I have sand paper, stain, mounting hardware…” he ticked the items on his fingers.
“If you give a houseboy a cookie…” RJ teased, referring to a the children’s book about a mouse who wants a treat.
David picked a book out of the stack and held up a cookbook with a cover showing a plate of cookies. “Ahem.”
RJ laughed. “Say uh, you think you’ll have time to make those cookies later?”
David flipped the book open. “Sure.” He found the right page. “These look pretty good actually. Oh drat. I’m out of vanilla. Well, while I’m out at the hardware store, I could stop at the grocery store. It’s across the street. What else do we need? Where’s my notepad.”

RJ’s eyes followed David until his pert butt disappeared out of view into the kitchen. David’s energy lingered behind. RJ snuggled back into the pillows. He liked having another life in the house, it turned a boring day working from home into a comfortable day in. RJ turned back to his laptop but it was hard to focus. His mind was coming up with things to do David in bed this evening.

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“How much longer until dinner, boy?” Dan hollered.
“Ten minutes until plates on the table, Sir.”
“Good. Fucking starving.” Dan took a sip of beer and burped.
Brett knew that statement was rhetorical. Dan wasn’t much for conversation. Dan was a simple man. He wanted his eggs at breakfast, he wanted to go to work and dig holes with his machines, and he wanted to come home to dinner and beer.
Dan didn’t see the point of finding a wife. He didn’t want an equal relationship; he wanted someone to take care of him as the man of the house. 
Brett understood his position in the house. He kept Dan fed, kept his house clean, got the sweat stains out of his shirts, and serviced his cock without complaint. Dan didn’t understand why every bachelor didn’t keep a bottom like Brett at home and under their thumb – it was where they wanted to be anyway.

 “Five minutes, Sir.”
Dan muted the TV, set the bottle on the table, and got up with a groan. He wandered into the bathroom so he could wash his hands. “What’s for dinner, boy?” he called out.
“Roast chicken, squash, buttered rice, strawberry shortcake.”
“I feel like you’re trying to get me to eat healthier.”
“You work hard Sir, and you burn a lot of calories. A rabbit meal isn’t gonna cut it. Your dinners are designed to be filling, but you also need nutrients that come from things like vegetables. Your doctor was pleased with your blood pressure last time, wasn’t he?”
“He was. But that could just be from how you to reduce my stress,” Dan responded.
Brett tried not to smile. “May be so. Then that must be continued as well. I shall suck your cock as you eat dessert if it’d help.”
“It would help. Would put me in a right mood before bed.”
“Of course, Sir. Dinner’s ready and table’s set. Another beer or iced tea?”
“Is it the different stuff you got at the store?”
Brett looked confused. “Oh. I put some orange peel in the tea when I made it.”
“Huh. Yeah. I liked that. Sweet tea is fine. Already had a beer.”
“Yes Sir. Happy to serve you Sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I’m too tired to punish you anyway, so I’m glad I rarely have to do it.”
“Thank you Sir!

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“I have your tea Sir.”
“Oh, thank you Tobias. Set it on the counter.”
Tobias did so without spilling a drop. He stood by with his hands behind his back and waited the next order.
Andrej glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes to put on after my shower, boy?”
Tobias kept a straight face. “I’ve decided they’re not needed Sir. You are dressed enough.”
Andrej stared at him incredulously. 
Tobias dissolved into giggles. “Please indulge my fantasy for one more second Sir. I love how you look in your underwear.”
“You’re lucky I like to be flattered, or I should be spanking you for your cheekiness.”
“Thank you for indulging me Sir. Your face was quite amusing. I shall fetch your clothes Sir.” He bowed his head and disappeared into the full closet.
“You’re welcome,” Andrej said dryly. He sipped his tea. “Mn. Nice.”  He got an idea.

When Tobias reappeared in the bathroom, he was so astonished that he dropped the pants he was holding. “Sir, you’re naked! Not that I’m complaining…” 
Andrej kicked his underwear over with his foot. “If you like me in my underwear so much, you can dress me from the bottom up.”
“That’s a fitting punishment for my misbehavior, Sir,” Tobias said with a smile as he hung the clothes on a hook.
“A good houseboy knows his place.” Andrej wagged a finger.
“Of course Sir, thank you for the reminder.” Tobias picked up the warm underwear and held them against his chest. “God I love these. Alright, Sir, time to get dressed!”

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Tomás stirred his earl grey that Carl had made for him. He watched Carl in the garden, plucking the newest ripe strawberries and putting them into a cereal bowl. After diligently turning over every leaf and checking every flowering stem, Carl covered the plants with mesh domes to protect the soft budding fruit from heavy droplets bound to fall from a greying sky at any moment.  The young man’s brow was furrowed, lips set in concentration. Carl sat back on his legs to consider the plants; he made an adjustment and smiled slightly. He’d doubled the plot of strawberries this year and the pride over the thriving, lush plants was visible on his face.

Tomás felt a wave of fondness for Carl swell in his chest. He stopped stirring his tea. “Oh shit,” he muttered. “Oh no. I’m not falling in love with him. Nope. No. No. He’s a houseboy, Tomás. You’re not monogamous. You’re not even dating him. You fucked someone else last week! He’s a roommate who does the dishes and you fuck him sometimes. That’s all. So you stop that. You cannot fall in love with him.” Tomás made a ’that’s final’ sweeping hand motion parallel to his body.

He sipped his tea and enjoyed the rich bergamont flavor as it rolled over his tongue; somehow that extra drop or two of vanilla Carl put in there really made a difference. Outside, Carl picked up the bowl of strawberries and bowed his head to smell them and his smile widened. He got to his feet and with the bowl tucked under his arm, picked up the tools out in the yard. He brought them over to the covered porch, setting everything down on their cafe table. A dove landed under the bird feeder to check out the seed spilled by the chickadees earlier today. Carl waved at it.

Tomás groaned and put his hand to his face, letting it slide off his cheek. “Oh no. I think this is serious. Way to go. Tomás. Bravo. Good luck figuring this out.”

The first droplets fell, and within a few seconds the irregular pit-pat of wet polka dots became a curtain of rain with a soft thrumming sound. From their individual perspective, Tomás and Carl watched the fence and yard become dark with saturation. The leaves of the trees danced above them. The dove flew for cover. Carl glanced at his strawberry plants, and after a moment, came inside with the bowl on his hand. He saw Tomas’s face and his expression turned shy, as he realized he’d been watched.
“What is it, Sir?” Carl asked, bemused.
“Nothing,” Tomás said. “Been waiting for you so I can kiss you.”
“Oh I wouldn’t mind that.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Nuh uh.”

Tomás stepped toward him and cupped Carl’s angular jaw against his palm. He bent slightly to meet his lips. They were so soft, it was almost unfair that every other man in his bed had to be compared to that. As Tomás enjoyed the pressure and warmth of Carl’s lips, the scent of fresh, wild strawberries in the bowl wafted up to fill his nose. The swell of fondness returned in his chest and there was a hint of a lump in his throat this time. Oh hell,” Tomás thought. “I’m in huge trouble.”
 
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