THIRTEEN
Danny had been fooling around on a program that had thousands of special interest channels including a lot of wild gay ones. One night he came upon this channel called "gay houseboys," and checked it out, figuring it would have ads of guys offering their services. Why gay houseboys? I'm glad you asked. You see as it turned out, I was really awful at the landscape work so Donny and Danny were finding me other things to do that could make their lives easier in other ways other than pulling weeds and trimming bushes. Hence, houseboy. It started just with the cottage. Cleaning, laundry, the whole houseboy scene except for cooking because Mamma handled that for all of us.
It started with just the cottage, but then Donny wanted me to take care of his suite as well, and then Andrew's rooms got added to the mix, and of course, Andrew was the biggest slob of them all. Typical Middle School brat. No, not really, he was actually a real neat kid. How couldn't he be? He was an O'Donovan after all.
So anyway all that was part of my job now. The rest was mostly clerical work out of Donny's office in the main house. Their business had really taken off and several more guys were added to the payroll, so there was a lot of that to do as well.
I wasn't complaining. Not at all. Danny had managed to sexualize it all as much as possible. "Connect me if I'm wrong, Gavin, but I've noted that you seem to be very happy serving me the way you are, that it gives you maybe as much satisfaction as I get from using you the way I do." While he was saying this, I was on my knees bent to the ground, not only kissing his feet but now licking them as well. I grunted and nodded my head but then I remembered I had to use words or Danny would get upset. "Yes, Sir, that is true."
"So I always suspected you were the type of guy who is meant to serve others, especially people you see as superior to you."
"Like you, Danny, yes." I was thrilled about where Danny might be heading. "Not so sure about others yet."
"Gavin, kneel up so I can see your face while I'm talking to you. Tell me something. What if I wanted you to serve me by blowing one of my friends? That would really increase my status around here if a buddy of mine found out I could get you to do that just because I wanted you to please me that way."
"Danny. I'll do almost anything to please you. You know that."
"What if I wanted you to blow Donny some time---just once, not as a regular thing."
I hesitated at that. Danny kept going. "After all, Donny's been around here plenty of times. He's seen you naked, and, after all, Donny gave you your first shave a while back." But he noticed I was hesitating. "Tell me what's on your mind. Would that be too much, me making you suck my brother's dick the way you suck mine?"
"Danny, I don't know why but that seems too much to handle. I mean, I think I'd find it easier to suck off one of your friends, maybe even Eugene or Peter or that other guy that had been looking at my so closely."
"Larry."
"Yes, that's who."
"So if I gave you a choice between Larry and Donny, you'd find it easier to blow Larry than to blow my brother?"
"Yyyes, Danny. I don't know why or understand it. It's just the way I feel."
"I'll keep that in mind. So anyway, how about another way of pleasing me, servicing me. By folding my clothes after they come out of the dryer, exactly the way I show you to . . . . I mean you do the laundry already and that pleases me, so maybe if it just pushed it a little further and taught you how to fold, just like I'm teaching you how to suck my dick and lick my balls. How about that?"
Yeah, sure, I know where this is heading. He's joked around a lot about houseboy stuff. I know it's on his mind. I get a crazy idea in my head. "Maybe it would help if you also had me suck your dick in between some of the folding---just to hit home that it's all part of my sexual service to you. How about that, Danny?"
And so, that's what we tried. Both of us naked. Danny standing over me training me exactly how he wanted his briefs and t-shirts folded while he stood there, hard cock in hand, making me stop folding things and kneel to take his dick in my mouth for a while, then kiss his feet, then get back to folding. Creepy, maybe, but don't forget that all this was new to both of us. So far, so good. And dammit, I really liked the idea of taking care of Danny's clothes for him. Liked it a lot.
Of course, eventually, I just ended up folding all his laundry without sucking his dick. That was a lot less weird. Especially when Danny decided he wanted me to be naked all the time when we're home after he found this channel about gay houseboys that was mainly pictures of naked boys doing housework for a Master who was fully dressed. He showed me the channel. I thought it was a hot idea.
"Could you picture yourself serving me like that, baby? As my naked houseboy?"
"Would anybody else get to see me like that?"
"Well, Donny for sure, but he's already seen all of you," he says with a leering sneer. "And I will not ask you to service my brother's dick until you're ready. You will do it eventually once I've decided it's time.Inevitably."
He emphasized that word, the sweet bastard! "Then, once you're ready, maybe Larry and the other guys one at a time. Ultimately, It will be a lot less hassle for you having to run and get dressed just because one of them pops by. Besides, it would raise my status a hell of a lot, them knowing that I have to power to share you as my personal cocksucker with them all. Think about that, will you? As always, my dear boy, when you're ready to surrender more of yourself to me. Can't have you being too proud. It would get in the way of your becoming a nothing in the eyes of others."
It wasn't really a matter of pride. Everything he was saying to me was going right to my cock. I was hard and dripping and hoping beyond hope that Danny will notice and let me do something about it. That was another thing that has not become part of my way of life, now that I live with him 24/7. I can't even touch my dick in his presence, and now I have to ask permission to take care of myself, even in private. At least I still could jerk off once in a while.
Damn. I've seen pics of guys in chastity cages and the thought scares the shit out of me, so I've never brought any of those pics to his attention. Sooner or later, he's going to find out. Sooner or later, I'm going to get my cock locked up. I saw one meme about it that claims that when a sub gets his dick locked up, he becomes all the more eager to pleasure every cock he can find and that eventually he loses all interest in his own cock. Hard language, yet it sent a ripple through my dick when I first read those words.
And so anyway, that's how I ended up becoming a nude houseboy for Master Danny. There! I said it! Please don't let Danny know. As he keeps saying to me about things, it's probably inevitable that we'll cross that bridge. I'm not resistant to anything Danny decides he wants to introduce me to. It's just that I really hope things keep moving along the way they are. Slowly. Bit by bit.
Anyway, in the fall we'll both have our studies to attend to and they say that Kelmore College, where we're going, is a very tough school. The students there come mostly from wealthy backgrounds and they are geared for success. They'll repeatedly told they're the ones who will be moving the world along in the years to come. All except for a lowly sub such as me whose entire existence is in the hands of the boy who owns me as hi personal possession. Good thing I'm in love with him. Lucky me. I really mean it!
Without having to repeat the same process by which Danny keeps moving me more deeply into servitude, let me just tell you that by the end of October I was now taking care of all three brothers' rooms, making the beds daily, doing laundry two or three times a week because that included Donny and Danny's work clothes as well, tidying up the three bathrooms and doing heavy cleaning when needed. Of course, I only work naked in the cottage. I wore shorts and a t-shirt in the main house but remained barefoot, like a pauper serving boy. Exquisite, really!
I remember the date. It was October 11. I was looking through the pictures of naked gay houseboys because they inspired me and made me happy that Danny was allowing me to live the way I'm living—or rather, live the way he wanted me to be living, and that was the best thing of all about all this. I was living the way he wanted me to and nothing gave me more pleasure than seeing the way he looked at me when he saw me going about my chores like a naked slaveboy, and my flesh just about every bit as smooth as I was back then once Danny decided he liked shaving me himself and gave me "touch ups" every couple of days. .
I know how much pleasure it was giving him and sometimes I wonder whether he realized how much pleasure it was giving ME to have so much of my life under his control. His benevolent control, because never at any time did he every make me unhappy or dejected. I was living my dream, to tell you the truth.
Oh, where was I? Oh yes, the houseboy pictures I saw on October 11. Three pictures were of naked houseboys with bright red well-spanked asses. One caption said "naughty houseboy got disciplined today." The second said "sometimes a boy needs to be reminded who is in charge." And the third said, rather bluntly, "regular spankings are essential for boys who work naked. Boys who get spanked on a regular basis are able to focus more, they calm down quite a bit, and they suck cock better than before they were getting spanked. " Regular spankings?
Once again I experience that strange mixture of fear and anticipation and, despite the fear, almost immediately I realized that yes indeed, it would be so good for me when Danny decides to take the advice in those pictures. Sure, he's slapped me here and there from time to time, sometimes my face, sometimes my butt cheek, sometimes somewhere else on my body, but it was never more than just a couple slaps and their main purpose was not to punish me but rather simply to get me to pay better attention.
But after all, we've been getting our asses whipped in school all the time, so it's not really something new for the spankings to become a regular part of my life now that I've become Danny's slave.
The thought hit me. It was damn hot: I am Danny's. He has every right to be spanking me over his knees. I could see it now. I am a boy who is subject to punishment, like a naughty child over Danny's knees. I'll be 19 years old now and a freshman in college, but, unlike all the other freshmen in my class, I'd be getting spanked. It's going to become a regular part of my life.
Danny finds out it is so right for him to have this power over me, and what's more, Danny finds out how much pleasure it gives him not only to be able to spank me and hear my cries and see my tears, but also simply because he has the right to do that to me anytime he wants and I will always surrender to his desires to put our relationship on that basis. I wonder how long it will be before he sees what I saw that day.
As it turns out, it came a lot sooner than I expected. Actually, Danny had seen those pictures before I did. Danny was just waiting for the right moment, and the right reason. And by this point, Danny had come to expect that I would always be ready for any new thing he wanted to introduce into our relationship.
I also didn't know that Danny had discussed this with his older brother and Donny had suggested that the best way he could learn to hand-spank the boy was for him to get a good solid thrashing himself. And of course, Donny, being the wonderful big brother that he was, was quite happy to assist Danny learn the proper technique. Of course, Danny being Danny, he would add a couple things that made a spanking from him the sexiest thing he had ever done to me. He wanted to make sure that I would want it to happen as often as possible. This was to be an intrinsic part of how he would completely enslave me and make sure I would never want it to come to an end.
Danny fully intended to make sure I would always be grateful to him for how he managed to re-make me in his own image, and how I would willingly serve not only him but also anyone else he decided to "give" me to for limited periods of time. Several of his friends would have an opportunity to take advantage of his hard work turning me into a faggot slave, and he would always turn me over to them with my backside glowing red and always sore to the touch.
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