Taking a shower after a long jog I let the soap suds and warm water run down my lean body, skinny but lean with ropey muscles and smooth skin from working a desk job. "Not bad for almost thirty-five" I thought to myself as I inspected my hairless torso and my shaved balls and legs. Exiting the shower, I thought I heard a noise in my apartment, but I dismissed it. I had lived with some boyfriends on and off over the years but currently I am single and living alone. Dried off, I hung the towel and proceeded naked to the bedroom where I had laid my evening outfit out neatly on the bed.
Halfway across my apartment I stopped short, standing between me and my bedroom was a young man that could not have been more then nineteen. He was wearing sweat-stained grey gym shorts and a yellow tank top, the middle still dark with his sweat. His strong musky scent filled the hallway. His skin glistened, and I noticed droplets of it still on the edges of his dirty blond hair shaved short on the sides. I inhaled to protest or ask who he was, but he spoke first one simple word in a quiet but authoritative tone, "Kneel!"
