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“I’m sorry, Sir.” Freddy says against Dante’s neck.
Dante embraces his boy and gives him a squeeze of reassurance around the waist. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Freddy. It’ll take time.”
“I don’t even feel sick anymore. Why am I still so exhausted?”
“Because you still feel sick. Your body fought that virus hard, it’s tired. It needs to regain it’s strength. Don’t push yourself, the house work and cooking can wait.”
“But I want to cook. The meat’s going to go back in the freezer.”
“I can make meatloaf, don’t worry, I’m not helpless without you boy.”
“Why not?” Freddy pouts.
Dante chuckles. “You are so pitiful.”
“I’m tired,” he whines.
“I think I’m going to tuck you into a blanket on the couch and put on a movie for you while I make dinner.”
“But that means I have to get up. I like the way you’re massaging my butt. And you’re so warm.
”We can cuddle after dinner.”
Freddy sighs in resignation but didn’t move. “Thanks for keeping me locked during this time.”
“Of course, but where did that come from?”
“Cause I hate it when something ruins the build up and I just get milked in the most boring frustrating way, and we have to start over. I was worried you’d do that cause I’m sick. I’m so exhausted, there’s no way I’d make it through a session right now, but I think I’m going to feel better right as that time comes around…looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Don’t forget that keeping you locked is long term, boy. Rain or shine. Your needs are mine to look after as long as you’re with me.”
Freddy nuzzles Dante and leans against him more. “Are you sure we can’t cuddle on the couch? I want to play with your cock.”
“I suppose dinner can be a little late tonight. Cuddling sounds nice. I missed having you in my bed when you were sick. I hated hearing you cough in the guest room, all alone.”
“Aww really?”
“Yeah I felt really helpless, in my room all alone, powerless to make you feel better. I didn’t realize what a big part of my life you’ve become. God dammit, how do you suddenly make me all sentimental?”
Freddy giggles. “My bottom powers are returning.”
Dante pats his butt. “Your powers are returning. Come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch. You can play with my cock all you want.”
“Yiiiiiss. Can I play with your balls too please?”
“You can play with my balls too.”
“Yyyyyiiiiiiisss.”

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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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Raine adjusted his tie and watched the lad sleep. The way his butt cheek was peeping out of the blankets was like a fresh loaf of bread, and Raine rather wanted to smack it. But it contradicted his desire to watch the boy sleep.

For this business trip, he’d finally indulged in one of those services where you show up in your hotel room and there’s a beautiful boy of your specifications waiting for you. Raine had low expectations, but now he was thinking of getting a subscription. What a fine specimen this one was – what was his name? Matt He’d had some training, that’s for sure. And stamina. Something about New York lads, they had so much spirit.

Raine lamented that Matt wouldn’t here when he got back. He took a last look, picked up his briefcase, and put his hand on the door knob.

“Are you leaving?”
Raine paused with the door open an inch and looked over his shoulder. “Oh you’re awake. Sadly, yes. I have a meeting. Stay as long as you’d like, order room service. Use the spa. Whatever you’d like. You earned it last night.”
Matt lifted his head. “Mnnf. I appreciate that, but shame I don’t have time to suck you off again this morning.”
Raine sighed in regret. “Are you free tonight?”
“I have another appointment, but it’s late. I’m actually going to a baseball game tonight, if you want to come with me.”
Raine raises an eyebrow. “The Mets game?”
“Yeah.”
He began to chuckle. “My clients are taking us there tonight. They have a box.”
Matt grinned. “Shall we randomly run into each-other and misbehave?”
“I quite like you New York boys.” Raine put his foot in the door, set down the briefcase, and pull out a business card. He set it on the desk near the door. “Text me. And if you want to be paid for your time, that can be arranged.”
“Ohhhh no I love this kind of shit, I’m doing this for free.”
Raine raised an eyebrow. “You are trouble, I can tell. I need to get going Matt. Enjoy your morning.”
“I will, even though my mouth is empty.” Matt blew Raine a kiss.
Raine could not believe that such dirty words came out such cherubic lips on an angelic face. It was hard to leave him behind.

He was right about Matt being trouble though. Raine checked his phone during a break in the meeting, and discovered Matt had been sending him photos of him masturbating on the hotel sheets. Raine had trouble explaining to his co-workers why he was smirking in a meeting about finance.

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Glen crossed a chore off the list. He puffed out his cheeks. He walked around the room. He looked at the portraits and art on the wall. He paced around. He did some stretches and some squats. Glen sat in an arm chair. He stared out into the room. He puffed out his cheeks again. “Yeah, no.” 

Glen got up and picked up his phone. He dialed a number. “Hey Sam. Yeah. I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m too horny to do anything. Where’s the key?”
Sam began to chuckle. “Cracked huh.”
“Where is it.” Glen whimpered.
“Are you in physical pain or feel any numbness?”
“Uh. No.”
“You’re fine.” Sam replied. “Did you get anything done today?”
“Yeah. Most. Just too distracted to do the rest.”
“I told you this would be a learning process. This part is mind over matter. I’ll be home in a couple hours. Get your work done.”
“But – but you said I could get unlocked from this chastity thing if I wanted!”
“Well, yes. If you are demanding it, I won’t deny you the location of the key. But I sense you will regret this. You’re having a moment of weakness. You told me you were a tough guy, you could get past this. You just want to jerk off, but nothing bad will happen if you don’t, except I think you’ll feel disappointed at yourself when you’re done. Mind over matter, Glen. You can make it until I get home, then we’ll have some fun ok?”
Glen paced around the apartment. “But how can I get anything done when I’m this horny now?”
“Sit on a bag of peas. Or you know, you could get brave and play with that toy I got you.”
“That is never going to fit up me,” Glen insisted.
Sam snorted. “It’s almost the same size as me hard. You know that right?”
“No way. That’s no true.”
“It is, that’s why I bought it, you silly boy. Well, even if it scares you, sit on some peas or take a cold shower and cool off. Funnel those hormones into something productive ok?”
“You really think I can do this?”
“What? Yes, Glen. I do. I have to go. You’ll be ok.”
Glen sighed. “Fine. Until you get home. Love you.”
“Love you, bye.”
“Bye.”

Glen hung up the phone. HIs cock was pulsing in the steel prison. “How in the fuck did he talk me out of that? Goddammit, there better be peas in his fridge.” Glen stomped over to the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door. “Well, at least there’s peas and – oooo Fudgesicles!”

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“So anyway,” Tanner lights the clove cigarette. “He begs me to come on this trip. It’s a LBGT friendly resort. Clothing option. It’ll be fun, he says, off the grid, river fun, camping, you name it. And yeah, it’s a lot of fun being stuck out in the woods after you catch your boyfriend sleeping with another guy he met last night.”
“That really sucks. Did he drive here?”
“Yep.” Tanner exhales. “I’m gonna see if I can find an early ride out.”
“Are you not enjoying the camping experience?”
“I mean, I was having a good time. I was even starting to feel glad I came. Stupid me. Now every time I’m at camp it’s awkward as hell.”
“Well, why don’t you come join our campsite?”
Tanner looks at me and takes another drag. “Yours? But there’s like four people in your group.”
“We got two tents, Maureen puts the seats down and sleeps in her car, so I got a lot of room in mine. We got more than enough food, chip in if you want. Just bring your sleeping bag. Or you know, share mine.”
Tanner chuckles. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t think it was too forward of me to ask. You have a stunning body.”
The corner of Tanner’s mouth lifts a little. “Why thank you. You know, Will always compared himself to me. He liked to say negging things like – oh my shirt is a little loose on you, oh I think you can lift this, but if you can’t, I got it.” He exhaled. “What did I ever see in that douchebag.”
“Maybe you were blinded by his winning smile.”
Tanner snorts. “Maybe.” He puts the cigarette out. “Alright, if it’s ok with your camp friends, I’d like to join your group. I’ll pay you back with my butt.”
I caress it with my hand and move my palm down his thigh. “Incredible. Solid beef.”
Tanner blushes. “Thank you. Um, if I may ask…what happened to your leg?”
“Motorcycle accident. My foot was basically detached and the ankle was destroyed so they took it below the knee.”
“Wow. Looks cool though.”
I gesture to the part where it attaches to my body. “There’s sensors in here that read the electrical impulses from my muscles and move with me. It’s incredible.”
Tanner whistles. “Wow, before I was going to tell everyone this trip was defined by being cheated on, but now I get to tell everyone I slept with a bionic man.”

I grin. “Well you have to actually sleep with me before you say that.”

Tanner stands up and stretches. “I think that’ll be a fun post S’mores activity don’t you think?”
“Kissing you will be delicious.”
Tanner smiles. “I like you. I’m glad we met. What’s, um, what’s your name again?”

I laugh. “Valentin. Most people call me Val.”
“Nice to meet you Val.” We shake hands. 
“I’m gonna go get my stuff.”
“I’ll come help.”

We walk off chatting. Tanner seems to be in a much better mood. I hang back a bit to stare at his ass. I can’t believe my luck – his ex had to be an idiot for letting this boy go!

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“Good morning people of Italy! Hello, yes. I got laid last night! Yes, I did. You ma’am, you should get laid tonight. I highly recommend it. You too Sir!”

Giacomo walks into the bedroom. “Dio mio, George, what are you doing?”
“Talking to the locals.”
“These are my neighbors, you silly lad.”
George grins. “They need to know you’re a stud.”
Giacomo blushes. “They don’t need to know that. Especially Mrs. Russo.”
“But you are so good in bed and we don’t have a town crier, so what am I supposed to do?”
Giacomo pulls George close and reaches back to cup his buttcheeks in each hand. “I’ll have to fuck you until you scream raw or I can gag you.”
George gasps. “Is both an option?”
“It is. Tell me, how long is your tourist visa again?”
“30 days, but my flight leaves in four days.”
Giacomo thinks. “Extend it. I’ll take you to the country. We can fuck in a very lovely field and my mum will make you fat.”
George smiles. “Will there be locals I can brag to?”
“Well some, but every time you open your mouth, my mum will put food in it, so I think we’re safe.”
“I think I like this idea. Consume calories, burn calories.” George chews on his lip. “You’re ok being attached to a bumbling, horny, American tourist for the next week?”
“If by attached, you mean because my cock is in you? Yes. And I like having you around. You’re entertaining. You comment on everything with wonder…even sometimes when you’re not supposed to. Where are you from again?”
George makes a face. “Flower Mound, Texas.”
“What is a mound?” Giacamo tilts his head.
“A very small hill.”
“What a strange name for a town. Do flowers not grow anywhere else?”
”Oh they do.”
“How strange. Is it an ok place to live?”
George thinks. “It’s safe, middle class, and boring. And there aren’t hot Italian men there who seduce me at discos and lure me into their rooms with bread and wine.”
“Sounds like a sad place for a mound,” Giacomo says. He kisses George on the lips. “I need to inform you that you need a bath, young man. Come, I have the best soap to lather you up in.”
“mmnnmmnn. Can we eat bread and drink wine after?”
“Yes we can. With cheese, of course.”
“God I love Italy.”
“I do my best to represent my nation.”
George pecks Giacomo on the lips again. “I feel very welcomed.”

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“Come on, milk me, please! I can’t take it. Walking around with an erection in my jeans is so uncomfortable.”
“You sure you can’t just jerk off?” Conner asked. He never takes his eyes off that straining, rigid member jutting out from between the V fold of Ryan’s unzipped jeans. 
“No fucking way. Both the ranch manager and Mr. Burk- er, your uncle- have forbidden it. They want all us to remain horny all the time for them or their stupid friends, or to jerk off over our frustrations. It totally sucks, but it’s like the only sex I get out here, and if I cause them enough grief, they’ll send me back. Then I actually have to spend my sentence in jail! And trust me, I am not going back there.”
“But like, how would they ever find out?”
“That I jerked off?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you know we all bunk together in one room? They watch us all the time. They even stand outside the bathroom when we go. People rat each-other out for rewards. And like, if someone cums in their sleep, they hang up the sheet for everyone to see.”
Connor looked conflicted and rubbed Ryan’s hip. “That’s fucked up. But won’t you get in trouble if I jerk you off?”
Ryan grinned. “See I thought of that. They said that we can’t jerk off. And they said we can’t jerk each-other off. But they never said that someone else other than us can’t. Mr. Burkhart is a stickler for the rules. If he punishes me for correctly interpreting the rules, I can bring it up with the Court.”
“Boy that sure sounds risky, Ryan. My uncle has a lot of power.”
Ryan glanced around. “I don’t care, I need this. The more I’m gone the longer they come looking for me. Please, it won’t take me long.” He whimpered. “Please.” He took off his jeans. “Look at how full my balls are. I can barely sit down. I need a pretty boy like you to take care of me. Your hands aren’t rough like mine, I bet you can give great hand jobs. Come on, show me, Connor.”

 Conner swallowed. There was a pearly bead of pre-cum on the tip of that mushroom head. “Fuck. If you get caught, we never met.”
“Right, right. Of course.”
Conner sighed and reached for that pretty cock. It called for him. It needed him. When he wrapped his fingers around it, Ryan moaned and pushed into his hand. Conner liked that quite a bit. The boys at college were greedy and entitled. They jerked off when bored. Their cocks never got this hard, nor radiated this much heat. He gasped softly when he cupped Ryan’s nuts in his hand. They overflowed his palm.
With only just a few strokes, pre-cum began to pour out of those full balls. “Oh lord,” Ryan sobbed. “It feels like heaven!”
Conner hushed him. “Don’t let anyone hear you.” He increased his speed – and his grip on Ryan’s balls to keep him from moving around so much.
“Fuck – fuck,” he gasped. “Yeah, just like that. Doesn’t need to be fancy.” 

It only took a few seconds before Ryan threw back his head and clung to the rafters of the beams as the strength to hold himself upright left him. He moaned a few unintelligible vowels, followed by a low moan as the orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsed. Tears beaded in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh wow!” Connor cried. A torrent of white seed exploded out of that tiny hole, coating his fingers on both hands and splashing over his chest. He could feel Ryan’s balls tensing and pumping and so Conner loosened his grip, fearing he would prevent any cum from escaping. He pumped and pumped as his hand cramped, and panic began to bloom as he began to think that the erection would not go down. Ryan keened. His cock twitched and then shot out another small load – which was about the size of the one Conner shot out last night in his own room – and then Ryan’s cock began to retreat. 

Ryan sagged against the frame of the old barn, head rested against his bicep. A bit of spittle remained on his lower lip. His chest was heaving, his legs quivering. “Christ, Connor, thank you. Thank you so much.”
Conner was fixated on his flushed face. He’d never made a man look like that before. He felt intoxicated with the power of it, and of having defied his uncle. He didn’t want to release Ryan’s cock, but knew he’d soon grow sensitive, so once the head retreated into the foreskin he released Ryan. He let those balls go last. They felt lighter – squishier now. Not so red and full. Better. 
“You -you’re welcome,” Conner stammered. “That was an incredible amount of cum.” He looked at his hands.
Ryan opened his eyes and studied him. “Oh wow,” he whispered. “Is that all mine?”
“Yeah.”
He blushed. “Sorry.”
“No it’s fine. Was pretty hot, actually.”

Ryan smiled. “Any of that yours?” He took a bandana out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Conner to clean up. 
“No. Not yet.” 
“Let me return the favor?”
Conner looked down at his crotch, at the outline of his own member straining against his Levis. Jerking wasn’t what he was after. He wanted Ryan to fuck him. He wanted to cum with a cock inside of him. “No. You risk being caught if you stay longer. We’ll find time for you to pay me back later.”
Ryan’s face softened. “Are you serious? I need to thank you for this favor. You can’t believe how incredible I feel right now. Like I could wrestle your uncle.” He pulled on his jeans.
“Don’t do that,” Conner chuckled. “But yeah, it’s fine. I want you to owe me.” He gave Ryan a coy look. “You know how hard it’s gonna be to find someone to fuck me out here? I’m willing to wait if that’s what I can get.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Oh no way I’d be lucky enough to get that time with you.”
Conner smiled. “I’ll find the time. Now go before you get caught.” Conner stuffed the bandana into Ryan’s pocket. 
Ryan cupped Conner’s jaw and kissed him. “You’re an angel. And I mean that.” He buttoned his jeans and shoved his feet into his socks and boots. Conner watched in amusement as Ryan stumbled off on fawn’s legs, and just like that, he was alone in the old barn. He crossed himself. “Thank you lord for this opportunity you have presented me. Looks like summer on the ranch isn’t going to be boring after all.”

Conner reached for his shirt. “Man I missed a lot of cum- it’s everywhere!”

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The level of control and dominance my stepbrother has over me is increasing day by day.

You came home from college for New Years and Christmas, and you were not pleased you finally had meet your new step-siblings. Why did your mom have to get remarried to a man who had kids? Her new husband had a son like a year older than you, and it annoyed you to suddenly have a step brother. A step brother who was more handsome, a better athlete, and a better student. And of course, he had a perfect girlfriend. Ugh. Brian annoyed you immediately.

Things took a really unexpected turn the day before Christmas. He sat down next to you on the sofa once and saw the Grindr app on your phone. You pulled your phone away, but Brian mouthed “Grindr huh?” at you, and you knew you were busted. Your mom you were gay, but why did your step family have to know? You busied yourself with getting a drink to hide how hard you were blushing. But who could blame you? You hadn’t gotten fucked in days, and being stuck in here with Brian was really really annoying. Mostly because he was annoying, but also because he was looking hotter every time you saw him in sunlight.

That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, there was a knock on your door. It was Brian. You told him to go away. He said you two needed to talk. Letting Brian in may have been a mistake – because he was in his underwear.  You asked him what that was about. Brian said he knew why you two were clashing so much, and he knew how you two could get along. And he pulled off his underwear. Christ, and he was also beautifully hung, cause of course he was.
“Wait what?” You sputtered. “You said you had a girlfriend!”
“Yeah,” Brian said. “I do. But fucking boys is a lot more fun.” And then he got on the bed. And on top of you.

So…it had gone on for the entirety of your trip home, him sneaking into your room after everyone had gone to bed. Brian was getting increasingly bold. Your need to be fucked and given release by a man was being held hostage by Brian, who saw he could claim you without competition pretty much whenever he wanted. He made a move for you in the mall bathroom. In a parking lot. In the car, while running an errand for his dad.  

You were beginning to think you’d never make it back to college without being caught! Every time you got away with having sex or fooling around, it felt like that would the last. Brian had big balls in more ways than one.

By the time you go back to Stanford, your roommates all had the same mentality, “Man, I can’t wait to get laid again. Being with my family over break gave me serious blue balls.”
You just groaned. “Different story with me, man. My new step brother sniffed me right out. He barely let me sleep!”
There wasn’t a ton of pity. Everyone agreed that any gay man worth his salt could sniff out the fact you were a rather needy bottom. Most of your mates just wanted to hear the details.

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Vic gazed out the window. He glanced at the cash in his hand again. Dan had paid him 20% less and hid the smaller bills in the larger one. “Hmmm. Yeah. I’m going to blackmail him ” Vic snapped a photo out the window with his phone that showed Dan in profile and saved the condom from the trash.  “He’s the band’s tour manager…this has to pay well.” Vic felt conflicted though. He loved the Death Arrows – hell he’d driven 3 hours to see their show- and knew that negative PR would impact them. But if that guy was undercutting him, what was he doing to the Death Arrows? Vic wondered.

It had been a fortuitous coincidence to run into Dan at that bar near the venue. Vic recognized him from the band’s Instagram photos. Now Vic was also wondering if Dan was there just to pick up fans… gross. The guy did ask Vic how old he was. Well, Vic thought, at least I got some money out of it at least. Paid for gas and some of his hotel room.

It took Vic a couple minutes to find who managed the Death Arrows, and to locate a phone number for their office. Vic glanced at his watch. Check out time was soon. No rush. He went to take a shower. He’d grab some lunch and place the call before his drive home. He’d spend the shower imagining what to say. Before he got into the spray, Vic snapped a selfie in the bathroom showing his back in the foggy mirror; his round ass cheeks were peeking over the counter.

Vic opened Twitter. “Went to see the Death Arrows, got picked up last night after the show by a tour guy who ripped me off! Been a fun adventure Tacoma. Oh so much fun.” Vic posted it and smirked. Now the stage was set. What was a good Death Arrows lyric for this situation? Hm. Oh yes. “Sometimes it’s little bit fun to be a little bit bad.”

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I dress and watch him. He’s stretching, enjoying the sun on his skin. We’re a little late this morning. We had some quick sex before a shower. He’s glowing and energetic. Ready to face his work  – letting the chickens out, gathering eggs, feeding the horse, and getting the newspaper. He’ll make breakfast. I’ll make the bed, put in laundry, make tea, and we’ll eat together. Then I’ll head into my office in the backyard to work, he’ll go into his ceramics studio, and we’ll regroup for a game of badminton before lunch.

He finishes his stretches and moves to head out.
“Reggie?” I say, catching him mid-step.
“Yessir?”
“Are you happy here? I mean, do you miss the city at all? Your previous lifestyle?”
Reginald raises an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”
“Cause like you make me so happy I feel sick sometimes, and I just can’t help but feel a bit guilty my happiness may come at expense of your own.”
Reginald smiles. “It doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you, Sir.”
A lump forms in my throat. “But you have to miss things a little bit…”
Reggie thinks. “I miss take out. And I miss the convenience of popping to the store for things. And the clubs. But then I remember I have my own horse, and I can walk around naked without the neighbors complaining, and I’m eating veg from my garden. I can always go to the clubs on a city visit, like we did last month-” he points at me. I nod. “But at the end, I like coming home here. To our home.”
“Ah. Well that’s good.” I manage to choke that out around the growing lump.
“Just good?” Reginald teases me.
“Very good. Great – it’s, it’s great. Better than uh, great.”
Reginald giggles. He walks back up to give me a hug. I sigh in contentment as his bare body presses against mine. I embrace him back tight. He’s even warmer than this morning.
“I love you,” Reggie says.
“I love you too.” I reply
He squeezes my arm and flashes a little smile. “Better not keep the chickens waiting or they will be cross if they’re not let out.” I wave him off. He kisses the corner of my mouth and floats off. I sigh. I stare at the void he left in the room with wistfulness.

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