My Darling Boy Ch 01

== Disclaimer ==

This story is entirely and wholly a work of fiction. Any similarities of portrayed characters to individuals, real or fictional, is not intended by the author and entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed are 18 years or older. This story contains details and themes of highly intimate and intense themes of consensual BDSM, male chastity, and forced feminization.

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The kitchen was dappled by the Sun bursting through the luscious green leaves adorning the centuries old oak outside the window by the sink. I always daydreamed out the window between stretches of meticulous dish washing. Even though June had a dishwasher, I was forbidden from using it.

"My dishes must all be cleaned by hand, my little maid."

She was firm in her stance on my work. To do anything not by hand was to cheat. Her alternative methods were in place to teach me good discipline, awareness, and a certain "demure diligence" that she was looking for in me.

As I scrubbed the very last plate from last night's dinner, dried it and returned it to the cupboard, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This morning's chores were done, at long last.

June had gone out after dinner last night with a friend of hers to a nightclub and hadn't come home. That meant either she decided to stay with a friend for the night, or she found and kept the company of a gentleman suitor. In any case, she would be home soon, and I wasn't in uniform.

I dragged myself upstairs and into my room, gently closing the door behind me. I gazed at myself in the full length mirror that hung on the inside of the door, examining with quiet reserve the despondent clone that stared back. I was someone now that I barely recognized.

A little over a year ago I had developed a heavy crush on June, a coworker of mine at the restaurant we worked at. Some who caught on, including my manager, called it "puppy-love." They were right, as much as I didn't want to believe it. Four years my senior, she was tall, slender, statuesque - a professional dancer looking to break into the business. I was fairly skinny, a little shorter than she was. We made an odd pairing, to put it bluntly.

June and I were great friends. We would laugh together on shift, bond over crappy customer experiences and tips, and talk wide-eyed with each other about movies and TV-shows we both loved.

June was fun. She was kind, but always honest for better or worse. Outside of dancing, she had a penchant for fast cars, extreme sports, and well, adrenaline in all its forms. Life to her was one big white-knuckle ride.

I, on the other hand, was perfectly content where I was. I had a job which made great tips, gave me great transferable skills and the restaurant we worked at was fancy and popular, and customers were a-plenty. I had an apartment in the city which suited my every need. All I needed now was someone to share it with.

I figured if I didn't at least try, a girl like June could slip right through my fingers. Somehow I mustered the courage to ask her out for a date as we were closing down the restaurant together one late Thursday evening shift. In reality, I might have mumbled something about getting coffee, "or whatever."

June was stunned for a few seconds, wondering if I was teasing her, as we tended to do during our shifts together.

"I-oh, I'm sorry darling, I'm very flattered. But you're just... not really my type."

I was crushed. I could have seen it coming, but there was a small weight lifted off my shoulders knowing that I will never always have to wonder "what if". Still, I was bruised by the rejection.

"I'm more into, well, big strong men, someone who can... well you know."

I didn't know, but I nodded. It was an odd thing to follow up with.

Knowing when to quit however, I gave a polite smile to her and turned back around, returning to mopping the floor of the bar. Hiding my sour expression from her, I plopped the wet soapy mop on the ugly vinyl flooring of the bar, swishing suds around and hoping she would forget I even asked.

"I do have another idea though, which you might be interested in."

I froze. Refusing to turn around, I waited for the follow up, staring down at the soap suds that were dissolving in the water around my shoes.

"We both have a day off tomorrow, no?"

I cocked my head around and looked over my shoulder at her. She was leaning on her hip with her arm on her waist, tributaries of dark brown hair resting over her shoulders. She always let her hair down after the last customer left. She whipped her head to one side to move a few strays out of her eyes.

"Uhm..."

She blinked slowly as I struggled to recall from memory this week's shift rotation.

Come to my apartment tomorrow at two o' clock. We can talk more about it then."

She grabbed a pen and an old customer receipt from a table, scribbling her address on it and leaving it on the bar for me.

"I need to catch my train, darling. Lock up once you've finished mopping behind the bar," she said swinging her leather bomber jacket over her white uniform shirt and grabbing her purse. She always called me darling. A term of endearment only just barely suitable for a workplace. "And don't be late."

She swung the restaurant door open, drawing in the cool night air and city sounds into the chemical-scented humidity of the post-Thursday-shift bistro.

"This waitress doesn't wait." She toothily grinned at me.

She chuckled at her own joke and left, a thick silence left hanging in the restaurant in her absence.

***

As I lay in bed that night, I tossed and turned, wondering what June's big "idea" was and why it involved me. She had already turned me down, so what was this about? It surely couldn't be anything remotely romantic. That avenue seemed closed off permanently.

Being slightly older than me, and a few inches taller than I was, her archetype perfectly fit like a puzzle piece into the fetishistic jigsaw of my mind. The hot friend of an older sibling. The strict teacher who likes to punish to see you squirm. The secret kinkster with a secret dungeon of BDSM pleasures... and torments.

Unable to fall asleep, I grabbed my phone from the floor beside my bed, yanking the charger out so I could sit up more comfortably.

I opened Instagram and scrolled for a while. Stupid looking recipes involving way too much cheese... some guy with an oversized watch on a podcast telling me I need to buy more cryptocurrency... a picture of a friend I hadn't spoken to since school on holiday in Thailand. The standard lineup of dreck.

I did follow June on Instagram though. She would post clips of her contemporary dance routines. She was a gazelle, effortlessly prancing, her form impeccable and bold. Like a siren, the language of movement was her captivating song. I was addicted to her. But after being turned down, I had to scrub her from my mind. It was for the best. It would be difficult having to work with her after my awkwardly delivered proposition and prompt rejection. Perhaps I could ask my manager for us to not have shifts on the same days anymore.

Meeting her outside work hours wasn't such a great step towards achieving distance.

***

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

I took a step back. My palms were already getting clammy as I stared idly at the number on June's apartment door. In a few moments, the door would swing open and there she would be standing before me.

The apartment block was very nice indeed, and it was in an upscale area. There was greenery all around the building, and it was quiet. Certainly more quiet than where I lived. An odd habitat for such a high-octane person like June.

The door latch clicked and swung open, making my heart skip a beat and my stomach drop.

She stood in the doorway, and we locked eyes. She cocked her head to one side, smirking. She was wearing a burgundy crop top, and gym shorts, and I couldn't help but take in her astounding figure.

"Well well. You actually showed up?"

Her long dark brown hair was up in a ponytail, as if she had just gone for a run. I could barely speak at the sight of her.

"O-oh! Hi June." I stuttered out.

"Mm." she eyed me up and down. "Come on in, then."

I slowly stepped forward and she held the door open for me as I passed her, coming to a standstill in the hall.

I took it all in. Her apartment. It smelled lightly perfumed, almost like strawberry candies and roses. It was incredibly clean, too. The walls were all a perfect cream-white. The carpet was a light tan, and various paintings and photos were hung on the walls of the hallway. Some were abstract, difficult to interpret, and some were black and white photos of June pulling impressive ballet poses. I recognized some of them from her social media, but a dared not let her on to that.

"My room is in here, come." she strut past me confidently and ducked into a room on the right half way along the hallway. I shook my head, meagerly following her into her room, my heart already pounding.

June's bedroom. I couldn't believe I was being invited in, but I kept my composure, trying desperately to maintain a relaxed looking body language. Her room was warm and enticing. I felt safe and at home, not unlike being around her.

When I turned the corner into her room she was already sitting at the foot of her bed. Her bed sheets were a pale off-white color, with matching pillow cases. She stroked the sheets, looking down at her hands.

"Mind closing the door?" She gestured at the door, crossing her legs. I shut the door, taking care not to slam it and turned around to find her grinning at me. I wondered if she had roommates, seeing as we appeared to be alone already. Even the mere sight of her bare athletic dancer legs with her bare feet at the ends was devastating. Utterly devastating.

There was an awful sour tension that hung in the air as last nights events rushed back into both of our minds like a cold wind. I felt my heart beating in my throat as she just stared at me. It seemed as if she was relishing in my nervousness.

"Uhh, listen, June." I awkwardly cleared my throat.

She did not flinch even slightly as I began to speak.

"I know what I said yesterday kind of came from out of the blue. But I really do... like you. A lot. I just... can't be friends if that's what this is about. Please, spare me that. Perhaps it's better if we-"

"Stop."

June held out her hand, palm facing me. A silence once again filled the room.

Her hand slowly twisted into an upturned fist, and a single finger extended and beckoned me closer. I began shakily taking small steps forward, the entire upper half of my body growing numb as fight-or-flight instincts raced through me.

When I got closer to her, she held out her palm again for me to stop.

"I want you..."

I jolted. My breathing paused.

"... to get on your knees."

Again, silence.

I paused, looking around the room in confusion, unsure of what I had just heard.

"You want me to... kneel?" I choked. Did she want me to beg? Was this some sick joke to humiliate me? Was this all being recorded to go on her social media?

"That's right."

I scoffed. "What is this... I don't know what we're doing."

Without so much as a pause, she sternly repeated her command. "Either get on your knees now, or leave. Your choice."

I frowned at her, confused. My mind raced with potential ways this was playing out. I was almost sure this was some sort of practical joke, but I was still over the moon even to be in her room.

"Alright. I'll play along, I guess."

Slowly, I dropped to one knee. Her face lit up slightly, and she tilted her head upwards and stared at me sternly, waiting impatiently for the other knee to come down.

When I was on my knees she stood up, folding her arms and leaning on her hip. I looked up at her, my face beginning to feel hot as I knelt before her feeling suddenly quite vulnerable. I tried to make still my beating heart.

"So what's this big idea of yours then? Is this it?" I quipped in the joking and glib manner we always used with each other at work. I sensed perhaps that she wasn't quite on my wavelength. She stayed silent, taking slow steps around me. Nothing could be heard in her room but both of us lightly breathing as she placed each tender foot gracefully in front of the other, circling me. I could feel her eyes burning holes into me as she inspected me, a small menacing smile affixed to her face. I awkwardly smiled politely back up at her as she stared down at me, my mind frantically racing as to what was about to happen.

"Hello? Anyone there? What's this all about?"

Finally she came to a stop directly behind me. My face was red now, as I listened to her taking slow breaths. I started to get a little frightened as I stared straight forward at the now empty bed.

"Say something."

Finally I heard her tender voice behind me, now softer than before.

"Tsk. Aww. You're scared."

My mouth hung open, not knowing how to respond.

"I'm.. what? Scared? No, I'm just confused. What's happening?"

I felt her hand touch the back of my neck and I jumped, as if an electric current had passed through me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. Her hand begin softly creep upwards, into my hair. She played with my hair, gently caressing my scalp. I saw stars, as my face went beet-red and my mind went completely blank.

"Don't be scared."

She continued to run her fingers through my hair. It was like she was almost petting me. Her touch was electric, as were her reassuring coos, barely above a whisper.

"J-June, I-"

She softly shushed me.

"I've been on the lookout for someone like you."

Her words rang like a tuning fork in my ears as my eyes slowly half-closed, her magnificent caresses of my hair and scalp making my soul levitate around the bedroom.

"I've seen how you look at me when you think I don't notice. I know you want me. You want to please me. Make me happy. Have me adore you. Don't you?"

I was almost hysterical. I felt laughter building. I was in heaven.

"Yes... yes. I do. I really do..."

She grabbed a handful of hair and slowly, but firmly, pulled my head back. She leaned down placed her head by my neck on my left side.

Her lips hovered next to my ear. I felt her breath dance across my cheek. A whisper came to me like an angel's kiss.

"I know.. what you want. And I know what you need. I won't give you what you want."

Her grip on my hair tightened.

"But I will give you what you need."

My eyes shot open. This must be some kind of dream. I must be dreaming.

"What I... need?"

"Mmm-hmm." She playfully tugged at my hair.

Her other hand found my left shoulder, and her fingers danced a little on the nape of my neck. I felt like I was going to faint. She explored downwards, her hand softly moving onto my chest and up my collarbone, a rogue finger tickling the underside of my chin.

"What did you think would happen when you came here today, hm?" She asked, seemingly enjoying teasing me.

"N-not this."

She chuckled, humming a taunting little tune nonchalantly in my ear as she took liberties with me still resting on my knees. Her index finger found the small thin silver necklace that I had bought myself as a gift with my first restaurant paycheck. The day I first met June. She twisted it around her finger and playfully tugged at my neck.

I gasped slightly, and she sharply inhaled through her teeth.

"Ooo... I'm sorry...!" she giggled.

By now, to my great shame, once the shock started to wear off, my member was beginning to stand to attention, making an obvious lump in my jeans as it bulged and twitched.

"Uh oh."

June reached down the length of my torso, her hand tantalizingly approaching an obvious landing zone.

I turned my head to face her neck, wincing as her grasp on my hair failed to give way. She craned over me to reach down to my groin. This kind of intimacy with her I had only ever dreamed of.

I breathed in and reveled in the scent of her skin as I nuzzled my nose underneath her jawline. I could smell her soap, her shampoo, and the natural scents of her skin. I tentatively placed a small kiss on her neck. It was unbelievably soft, and smooth. It was like kissing the finest silks.

"Naughty. Very naughty indeed."

She tapped her finger lightly on my erection with her finger with each word through my jeans. Her light scolding only further heightened my arousal.

I turned away to look down at her hand exploring my front.

"June... this is..."

She suddenly shot back upright, letting go of me completely, and I wobbled back and forth on my knees, struggling to stay upright, dizzy with arousal.

"This is all you're getting." She barked.

Confused, I glared up at her, wondering if I had done something wrong. Was it the kiss? She just touched my cock!

I was desperate, feeling like I had tasted heaven before being sent back down to Earth.

She sat back down on her bed in front of me and leaned back on her hands, placing her bare foot on my chest. I reflexively grabbed her ankle, wanting to touch her any opportunity I had. She hissed at me.

"Arms behind back."

I did as I was told.

I didn't know she was like this. She clearly got a huge kick out of ordering me around, and I was into it. I waited patiently for her next order, desperately hoping it would lead me to join her under the covers.

"You will do nicely. Very. Nicely." She wiggled her toes against my chest.

"Nicely for what?" I looked her leg up and down.

"I've been very busy lately. I haven't had much time to keep my apartment and other things in order. I'm working long hours now, and I need a little someone to help out around here."

"You mean, you need like... a cleaner?"

June scoffed. "Psh, a cleaner. No, I'm looking for something more exciting than a cleaner. More of a... boy. Like you. Who will say and do everything I say. Chores, cooking, cleaning, that sort of thing.

"So a boy cleaner." I said flatly, watching her gorgeous foot rub my chest.

Her big toe landed on my lips, hushing me.

"You're not getting it are you." She frowned.

She wiggled her toes under my nose. "I know you want me. You want my body. You want to please me. You want my affection."

I watched her foot hovering in front of my face. I swallowed hard, sweat beginning to form on my forehead.

"But for you? These things come with a price." She smirked at me again. "I will train you..."

She brushed her big toe against my cheek.

"... to be my perfect little house-boy."

I raised an eyebrow. "H-House-boy?"

She nodded. "That's right. You want to be my little house-boy don't you? Serve me? Cater to me? Like I was your Goddess?"

She wasn't wrong. In my eyes, she was my Goddess.

"Wait, so you're saying, if I do... your laundry and stuff... then we can have sex?"

June threw her head back and laughed. "Who said anything about sex?!"

I stammered. "Then what... then what do I get out of this deal? I just clean and that's it?" I leaned back away, letting her foot fall to the floor. She sat forward and looked me dead in the eyes. She stared me down, causing my heart to race again.

"The offer is there for you to take. Become my house-boy, or don't."

Silence filled the room again.

"What'll it be?"

***

I lay in my bed still unsure what exactly had happened tonight.

This girl... invites me into her home, has me kneel before her, does some kind of mind-fuck on me by teasing me, then offers me to become her servant? The entire thing was so utterly bemusing I could barely remember how I got myself away from the situation. I know that I declined to become her personal servant, I remembered that much. The taxi ride home I stayed completely silent, watching the city lights rush past me from the passenger seat.

I groaned into my hands when I remembered that we were both closing the restaurant together again tomorrow. What could we possibly say to each other tomorrow? This was definitely getting weird. I thought it was perhaps time I went back to school and got my masters degree. The hell with this.