Houseboy Service


by Spankboi30 <Spankboi30@hotmail.com>

After three weeks of emails and phone calls, I was finally here. Standing outside Sir's building, heart pounding, _c_o_c_k_ hard in anticipation, ready to serve.

I had met Sir online one evening. I had a mild sm profile on gaydar, and he privated me in chat asking if I was interested in serving as a naked, spanked houseboy. I'd been spanked and abused before, and loved it, but never done this kind of scene. My _c_o_c_k_ was hard at the thought, though. We chatted for quite some time and exchanged pics. I'm 30, 5'11, bl bl, 32w 38c, defined, a bit pasty, as I don't tan easily, but good looking. Sir is 36, 6'3, 30w 38c, cropped dark hair and, I guess, defined. He didn't send me a stripped pic, just a clothed one. After that inital chat we swapped emails discussing possible scenes and dates. Eventually, a Saturday when we were both free came up. We agreed that I would report for duty at 10 on the Saturday morning, and would be released at 5.

I got up early on the morning of the meet, washed thoroughly, shaved carefully and dressed in the white shorts, white singlet, tennis socks and trainers that Sir had instructed me to wear. He'd said that I was to wear no deodorant, onr any aftershave, nor any underwear. I walked to the tube station, accutely conscious of my _c_o_c_k_ hanging free in my shorts. Sitting on the tube was agony, heart pumping, sure everyone could see from my face where I was going and why.

After about 20 minutes, the train got into the station Sir had indicated. I had the directions to his flat, he said it was about a 10 minute walk. I was soon at his building and my _c_o_c_k_ hardened, becoming completely obvious in my shorts, tenting the front obscenely.

I pushed Sir's flat buzzer.

"Yes"

"Hello, Sir, it's Dan"

"I'm on the top floor, come on up"

The door buzzed and I pushed it open. I walked up the stairs through the building to the top. Sir was standing at his open door, dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt which was tight on his body and black DMs.

"Come in, boy" I walked into the flat. It wasn't huge, two bedrooms, kitchen, living room, bathroom, roof terrace. He lead me into the living room and offered me a drink. After quickly downing a glass of water and handing the glass back to him, he pointed back down the corridor.

"Go into the farthest bedroom, undress, fold your clothes neatly and put them on the bed with your trainers on the floor, and then come back in here. You will stand where you are standing now, facing the wall, with your hands on your head and your legs apart. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Get on with it, then." With that he sat down in an armchair and picked up a magazine.

I walked quickly down the hall. Once in the bedrom I stripped of my singlet and shucked down my shorts. In my haste and nervousness, I got my trainer lace all in a tangle and had to pull it off still done up and then undo it with my teeth. Finally I was naked. I folded my two bits of clothing, which looked pathetic on the bed, and put the trainers on the floor as instructed. My _c_o_c_k_ was hard and pointing straight up. I took a deep breath, swallowed, opened the door and walked back into the living room.

Sir didn't even look up from his mag when I entered. I took up the position he had indicated, with my back to him, and waited. I heard him get up and tensed slightly, but he walked out of the room and down the hall. Soon I heard him coming back and then felt him right behind me. A thick leather collar was buckled around my neck, tight, but not too tight. He went and sat back down.

I don't know how long I stood there, quite some time. The only sound was the pages of his mag turning from time to time. My _c_o_c_k_ started to flag. Eventually he threw the mag down.

"Turn around" I did so, keeping my hands where they were and casting down my eyes.

He walked around me, eyeing me up.

"That arse is far too white. subs serving me should have red arses"

"Yes, Sir"

He grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ and pulled me over to his chair. He sat down and then arranged me across his lap. My first spanking of the day began.

There is more to come of this story, which is based on an actual experience of mine. If you like it, let me know!


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