Household (M/M) CONCLUDED!
Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2020 9:11 am
This was supposed to be a drabble. It's still short but I think it's going to be a two or three-part story. Hope it's still enjoyable.
***
Introduction:
"Welcome, Mr. Dougal. We've been waiting for you."
I nodded with a slight smile. "Thank you. I take that you must be the head butler."
"Yes, sir. Name's Oscar. Pleased to meet you."
I was also pleased, but for a different reason. I've heard a lot of colorful stories about Redcreek Mansion before buying the estate from its previous owner with all of its staff included. Some of them sounded too good to be true but in the end, they were worth the hefty price and the long car travel to the remote timberland it was located.
I was a little tired from the shaky trip but I immediately rouse up when I saw Oscar. And what a sight for sore eyes he was!
He has dressed in stereotypical butler clothes minus a few parts. And by that, I mean he was wearing practically nothing but a black waist apron that barely came down to his tights. The detached shirt collar with bowtie and cuffs reminded me of their leather counterparts. The only normal part of his outfit was the black dress shoes and socks, the latter which was held with garters that accentuated his strong calves.
I don't look bad either, but my trim and fit frame could hardly be compared to this guy.
"Likewise. I must admit, I would've mistaken you for the security guard if it wasn't for your uniform." I was jesting but a shadow of blush passed through the man's cheeks.
"I was actually the head of security before they assigned me to this... duty."
I had no trouble believing that. Oscar's speech sounded polite yet strained like he didn't have much time to practice on it. Not to mention his body was far from the bunny boys I usually see on business trips.
This butler had muscles. He had strong biceps, round pecs that you could rest your head and harm abs that tapered to a narrow waist. His face was attractive in a rugged way and his brown hair was styled practically. Plus, you could see some stubble on his face and chest. He must have been around thirty, in his prime.
"That sounds interesting. Can you tell me a little about it? I know I'm your employer but I don't see why we shouldn't get to know each other better."
Oscar's blue-grey eyes nervously darted around. "I- I failed to stop a burglary."
Noticing me frown a little, he stammered to explain himself. "Not that I didn't do my best. But they had weapons and a hostage from the house staff. It was just the two of us in the estate, so they tied us up and took whatever they want. After that, the previous owner demoted me and forced to wear... this."
Learning how the poor guy was punished because of something that wasn't even entirely his fault upset me. I knew him less than an hour but I could already tell that Oscar was a loyal and honest man. He sounded a little gruff but his manners were perfect despite his awkwardness.
"I'm sorry to hear that Oscar. I'm sure it must be a terrible experience."
"Not really," Oscar answered without thinking (which seemed like a bad habit of his). "Don't get me wrong, I didn't enjoy some assholes pointing a gun at me but they just left me trussed up. I wasn't harmed. It wasn't that bad." This time, I was sure high parts of his cheek were colored up.
And the front of his apron was tenting a little.
I cleared my throat. "Oscar, please be honest with me: Did you enjoyed being tied up and helpless?"
Oscar's face was unreadable for a moment and then he spoke quietly but clearly. "Yes, Mr. Dougal."
"Call me Matt, please."
"Okay, Mr., I mean Matt." He licked his lips, nervous but not as withdrawn as before. "I know I shouldn't have."
"Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with having uncommon interests. And it's not like you wanted to be in that situation. How was it like?"
At that moment, we had gone inside and were sitting in the fancy lobby of the house. My driver was gone to wait for me in the town nearby and it was just us in the big mansion. Oscar started to tell his tale with not much hesitation. I could tell that he thought about this experience a lot.
***
"It happened a few months ago. I was in the security cabin. Suddenly, four balaclava-clad guys came out of nowhere. One of them was holding a gun against the head of the then cook. They forced me to drop my weapon and follow them.
"Inside the house, they got me facedown on the floor. One of them pulled my wrists behind my back with the rope they brought while the others secure the butler. I had no intention of making this easier for them but I also felt a weird rush when my arms were completely immobilized. After that, they tied up my ankles and pulled the two rope cuffs together, effectively hogtying me.
"I knew how to get out of knots but before I could apply what I've learned in my training, they started to wound more rope around me. My elbows were pulled together painfully and my legs were almost mummified with rope. There was no wriggle room with how my back was arched.
"I thought they were going to leave me there but I was wrong. One of them stayed with me while the other robbers searched the rooms. He tilted me sideways and read my nametag. He said, word for word, 'a pretty name for a pretty guy'.
"It was offending to be paid a compliment by a guy that was robbing you but I felt... good? Like I was a lesser man for getting tied up and I needed his kind words. I growled at him with confused anger, starting to yell. But he just laughed and pulled off my shoes and socks.
"Thinking back, it's obvious but I couldn't understand what he was doing at that moment until he unexpectedly shoved one of my own socks between my lips. I hardly have time to do laundry and that particular pair of socks was inside my boots for a whole, hot day.
"Repulsed by the taste of my own sweat and boots, I couldn't stop him from using the other sock to keep the stuffing inside my mouth, knotting it behind my nape. Then he clamped a hand over my lower face, taunting me to yell. I tried but even my own voice sounded muffled to me.
"I thought he was only toying with me but I got his real intention when he began to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my shirt. Before long, he exposed my chest and underwear. He was delighted by the latter (I always wear jocks at work, for protection) and teased me. He said I must have been wanting this if I 'wear such slutty things under my clothes and pumping up my ass and tits for guys to play with'. Still holding his hand over my mouth, he slapped my pecs and butt.
"Humiliated, I tried to protest but I was shocked that his remarks and touches actually aroused me! The pouch of my jock was pitching a tent. I don't know what I would've done if his friends didn't come and told him it was time to go. They blindfolded me and throw me inside a closet. It took me almost a day until I was found.
"The previous owner was pissed that I let burglars to steal whatever they want so he left me like that until the evening. Since then, I still think about it. I hated a man taking control of me and getting me hard without my consent but I also find myself wanting to go back to that moment. Isn't that weird?"
***
Oscar was breathless from the story he passionately told. I fetched him a glass of water from the kitchen which he gratefully drank. The mood in the lobby was serious, despite the ridiculous outfit he wore.
"I don't think it's weird," I said carefully. I didn't want to hurt this strong, frank man. It sounded like there was no one he could share his feelings with. "But tell me, Oscar, do you think you would enjoy if another man did this to you?"
"I'm not sure." He rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not even gay, aside from, you know, college. And the military. Without my consent, it's a little..."
"I never said it has to be without your consent."
It took a little while for him to get what was I implying. His steely eyes became like saucers. "With you? Matt, I don't think that would be right."
"Why not? I enjoy tying up guys and you sound like you want to try bondage again in a safer environment. No pressure, though. I might be your employer but I'm not some bastard that would use that against you. You're free to reject me and even resign with a good bonus. We can just never talk about this again or I can introduce you to a dom friend of mine. You can even burn that stupid uniform and dress however you like. The choice is yours."
There was a short silence before Oscar's rough features relaxed with a smile. "I actually like how you ogle me in this uniform."
I returned his beam. "Damn it, I wasn't as sneaky as I thought. Is that a yes?"
"It's a 'give me a little time'. This was all so quick but I'm dying to try what you offer. You're also not so bad looking for a dude."
"So informal. Can you return calling me Mr. again?"
We laughed and chatted until it was time for dinner. Oscar winked a little skittishly before turning his back and giving me a show of his delightfully firm set of buttocks lifted by the straps of a black jockstrap and some subtle tribal tattoos.
I wasn't sure when but my knee-jerk lust for the hunky previous-security guard-current-sexy butler turned into something more sincere and deep. But now I wanted nothing more than helping him to overcome his hidden desires and seeing more of the playful man hidden under the rough exterior.
I could hardly wait.
to be continued...
***
Introduction:
"Welcome, Mr. Dougal. We've been waiting for you."
I nodded with a slight smile. "Thank you. I take that you must be the head butler."
"Yes, sir. Name's Oscar. Pleased to meet you."
I was also pleased, but for a different reason. I've heard a lot of colorful stories about Redcreek Mansion before buying the estate from its previous owner with all of its staff included. Some of them sounded too good to be true but in the end, they were worth the hefty price and the long car travel to the remote timberland it was located.
I was a little tired from the shaky trip but I immediately rouse up when I saw Oscar. And what a sight for sore eyes he was!
He has dressed in stereotypical butler clothes minus a few parts. And by that, I mean he was wearing practically nothing but a black waist apron that barely came down to his tights. The detached shirt collar with bowtie and cuffs reminded me of their leather counterparts. The only normal part of his outfit was the black dress shoes and socks, the latter which was held with garters that accentuated his strong calves.
I don't look bad either, but my trim and fit frame could hardly be compared to this guy.
"Likewise. I must admit, I would've mistaken you for the security guard if it wasn't for your uniform." I was jesting but a shadow of blush passed through the man's cheeks.
"I was actually the head of security before they assigned me to this... duty."
I had no trouble believing that. Oscar's speech sounded polite yet strained like he didn't have much time to practice on it. Not to mention his body was far from the bunny boys I usually see on business trips.
This butler had muscles. He had strong biceps, round pecs that you could rest your head and harm abs that tapered to a narrow waist. His face was attractive in a rugged way and his brown hair was styled practically. Plus, you could see some stubble on his face and chest. He must have been around thirty, in his prime.
"That sounds interesting. Can you tell me a little about it? I know I'm your employer but I don't see why we shouldn't get to know each other better."
Oscar's blue-grey eyes nervously darted around. "I- I failed to stop a burglary."
Noticing me frown a little, he stammered to explain himself. "Not that I didn't do my best. But they had weapons and a hostage from the house staff. It was just the two of us in the estate, so they tied us up and took whatever they want. After that, the previous owner demoted me and forced to wear... this."
Learning how the poor guy was punished because of something that wasn't even entirely his fault upset me. I knew him less than an hour but I could already tell that Oscar was a loyal and honest man. He sounded a little gruff but his manners were perfect despite his awkwardness.
"I'm sorry to hear that Oscar. I'm sure it must be a terrible experience."
"Not really," Oscar answered without thinking (which seemed like a bad habit of his). "Don't get me wrong, I didn't enjoy some assholes pointing a gun at me but they just left me trussed up. I wasn't harmed. It wasn't that bad." This time, I was sure high parts of his cheek were colored up.
And the front of his apron was tenting a little.
I cleared my throat. "Oscar, please be honest with me: Did you enjoyed being tied up and helpless?"
Oscar's face was unreadable for a moment and then he spoke quietly but clearly. "Yes, Mr. Dougal."
"Call me Matt, please."
"Okay, Mr., I mean Matt." He licked his lips, nervous but not as withdrawn as before. "I know I shouldn't have."
"Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with having uncommon interests. And it's not like you wanted to be in that situation. How was it like?"
At that moment, we had gone inside and were sitting in the fancy lobby of the house. My driver was gone to wait for me in the town nearby and it was just us in the big mansion. Oscar started to tell his tale with not much hesitation. I could tell that he thought about this experience a lot.
***
"It happened a few months ago. I was in the security cabin. Suddenly, four balaclava-clad guys came out of nowhere. One of them was holding a gun against the head of the then cook. They forced me to drop my weapon and follow them.
"Inside the house, they got me facedown on the floor. One of them pulled my wrists behind my back with the rope they brought while the others secure the butler. I had no intention of making this easier for them but I also felt a weird rush when my arms were completely immobilized. After that, they tied up my ankles and pulled the two rope cuffs together, effectively hogtying me.
"I knew how to get out of knots but before I could apply what I've learned in my training, they started to wound more rope around me. My elbows were pulled together painfully and my legs were almost mummified with rope. There was no wriggle room with how my back was arched.
"I thought they were going to leave me there but I was wrong. One of them stayed with me while the other robbers searched the rooms. He tilted me sideways and read my nametag. He said, word for word, 'a pretty name for a pretty guy'.
"It was offending to be paid a compliment by a guy that was robbing you but I felt... good? Like I was a lesser man for getting tied up and I needed his kind words. I growled at him with confused anger, starting to yell. But he just laughed and pulled off my shoes and socks.
"Thinking back, it's obvious but I couldn't understand what he was doing at that moment until he unexpectedly shoved one of my own socks between my lips. I hardly have time to do laundry and that particular pair of socks was inside my boots for a whole, hot day.
"Repulsed by the taste of my own sweat and boots, I couldn't stop him from using the other sock to keep the stuffing inside my mouth, knotting it behind my nape. Then he clamped a hand over my lower face, taunting me to yell. I tried but even my own voice sounded muffled to me.
"I thought he was only toying with me but I got his real intention when he began to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my shirt. Before long, he exposed my chest and underwear. He was delighted by the latter (I always wear jocks at work, for protection) and teased me. He said I must have been wanting this if I 'wear such slutty things under my clothes and pumping up my ass and tits for guys to play with'. Still holding his hand over my mouth, he slapped my pecs and butt.
"Humiliated, I tried to protest but I was shocked that his remarks and touches actually aroused me! The pouch of my jock was pitching a tent. I don't know what I would've done if his friends didn't come and told him it was time to go. They blindfolded me and throw me inside a closet. It took me almost a day until I was found.
"The previous owner was pissed that I let burglars to steal whatever they want so he left me like that until the evening. Since then, I still think about it. I hated a man taking control of me and getting me hard without my consent but I also find myself wanting to go back to that moment. Isn't that weird?"
***
Oscar was breathless from the story he passionately told. I fetched him a glass of water from the kitchen which he gratefully drank. The mood in the lobby was serious, despite the ridiculous outfit he wore.
"I don't think it's weird," I said carefully. I didn't want to hurt this strong, frank man. It sounded like there was no one he could share his feelings with. "But tell me, Oscar, do you think you would enjoy if another man did this to you?"
"I'm not sure." He rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not even gay, aside from, you know, college. And the military. Without my consent, it's a little..."
"I never said it has to be without your consent."
It took a little while for him to get what was I implying. His steely eyes became like saucers. "With you? Matt, I don't think that would be right."
"Why not? I enjoy tying up guys and you sound like you want to try bondage again in a safer environment. No pressure, though. I might be your employer but I'm not some bastard that would use that against you. You're free to reject me and even resign with a good bonus. We can just never talk about this again or I can introduce you to a dom friend of mine. You can even burn that stupid uniform and dress however you like. The choice is yours."
There was a short silence before Oscar's rough features relaxed with a smile. "I actually like how you ogle me in this uniform."
I returned his beam. "Damn it, I wasn't as sneaky as I thought. Is that a yes?"
"It's a 'give me a little time'. This was all so quick but I'm dying to try what you offer. You're also not so bad looking for a dude."
"So informal. Can you return calling me Mr. again?"
We laughed and chatted until it was time for dinner. Oscar winked a little skittishly before turning his back and giving me a show of his delightfully firm set of buttocks lifted by the straps of a black jockstrap and some subtle tribal tattoos.
I wasn't sure when but my knee-jerk lust for the hunky previous-security guard-current-sexy butler turned into something more sincere and deep. But now I wanted nothing more than helping him to overcome his hidden desires and seeing more of the playful man hidden under the rough exterior.
I could hardly wait.
to be continued...